Lyrics:
kid coming
Inspired by the one, Kid Cudi
No silvers, no Henny's
Jack and Coke, she a friend of it
No rum coke, no jenny's
Jame' is on the road, she
And every jury has a price
They bring the kids and show the wife
It makes them proud to be around
And take their summer piccies
To drink at night in Soho
a land by the sand, grab the money
Plastic the life, end of the century
People actin' fake can't see the omens
Wake up yourself â??cause change is
Channeling my mojo and paying that I don't go
Feeling like Kid Cudi
Man I'm riding solo dolo baby
In the four door baby
Finding peace inside my dojo baby
a crazy whiff
Of the dragon
I once knew a guy by the name of Tock
He was one of them kids from like around the block
The kid was cool, had the right
Paid by the Bloods, raised by the Crips
Soulo Ho the prophecies, atrocities, exhibition
Oh yeah, now a nigga livin' good
But good could be better I
ain't listen to no Kid Cudi
B'more shoota' with the glock dummy
She get it sticky like damn honey
I know the lil bitch she a thot thot
I really know that
My blacklist: If people don't dance they die
Cathartic hand claps
Dependent on words without sounds
In the bitter end goodbye
Fire paint
be up there watching the little kids come in and they would play the pinball ya know, and they would line up one by one to play the game.
The first
I dropped to my knees in that field on your daddy's farm
Asked you to marry me, all I had to give was my heart
While other kids went diving into
And have a funky good time if you know what I mean
Because when we rhyme, we move people by the masses
When they say they'll pay we'll play when they ask us
Torrance, I was just as shy
Will I be on CSI? All I did was close my eyes
But I swear I wasn't dreaming, time was 3:45
I was just a kid, my dolls were cryin'
Shit it's Friday, I just want some ass in the bitch
Can't be mad at me, I'm just doing what niggas do
Got kids by him, she wanna be the niggas boo?
ride with two twin glocks a groom and bride
Can't catch no homicide so I gotta just do this right
So with this Kid Cudi huh
We'll take him from day
not leaving
Oh I'll regret it cause I'm ready to start believing
I'm the comeback kid, I'm the comeback kid
I'm the comeback kid, I'm the comeback kid
always closed
There's an ugly inside it
It's where the pretty kids go
It's where the pretty kids go
At the end of somewhere
Just beyond the turn
Connecting them to each other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases
By this time I was an artist so
I just started to see these pictures, these real
first-aid
The criminals crime wave
The dominate at point guard
The drugs on the schoolyard
The kid on the go-cart
The bucket that won't start
The ruckus that
searching...
Road running soles burning
Open caskets closed curtains
Single moms struggling
Hopefully we make it right...
I was on my "kid cudi"
Trappin every
with the flows I'm stunning everybody
I'm the man on the moon you can call me kid cudi
I ain't know why I said that I thought it would be funny
Well it's
Uh, trust fund baby
Lump sums, baby
Got a bunch of 'em, baby
Not some money, baby
Got much money, baby
Brrp brrp, the money comin', baby
By
Sheriff's posse on my trial
Like wolves closing in on a trail
Wanted posters, cash rewards
On dirt streets blood will spill
Never wanted it to end
your head, it can bring you pain,
And when it ends it seems such a shame
The first time we fall in love,
Can make you sad, it can keep you awake,
It
home
[Kid Cudi - Chorus]
In my mind it sounds like Ooo oo ooo
When I guard it feels like Ooo oo oooo
And when I'm Zone I'm feelin alright, feelin
.jpg/190px-Kid_Cudi_2010_2_(crop).jpg "Kid Cudi")
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