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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Cudi
Vocals
Ken Lewis
Woodwinds
Larry Gold
Conductor
Mary J. Blige
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emile Haynie
Songwriter
Scott Mescudi
Songwriter
Larry Gold
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Emile Haynie
Producer
Ryan West
Recording Engineer
Kevin Porter
Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Erik Madrid
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Christian Plata
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer
Mark Santangelo
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Brent Kolatalo
Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Wanna know what this sound like
When I'm not on drugs
Please, please don't play this song
Ra-ra-ra-ra-right, ra-right, ra-right, right, right
Tryna get my mind ma-mind, ma-mind right right
People think they're really being helpful
By telling me please be careful
Yeah right, ra-ra-right, ra-right, right, right
Please don't play this song
[Verse 2]
Pain, hurt, sadness and loneliness
Balled all that shit right up
Tossed it away to the bottomless pit
And the part of my mind that slips
And the part of my mind so sick
I don't even like to take that trip
Unless I'm sloppy drunk
I pray for my mom
How a teach' had a son that never gave a fuck about a scantron
All I wanted was to be a human being
And show the world some new colors and scenes
Imagine all the types of beautiful scenery
I remember when I first had trees
Smoked in a Black and Mild, so dumb of me
Now, I'm grape Cigarillo man
Any young black kid, guaranteed fan
Hold it down, humble pie on the humble
And I treat normal girls like models
Reckless and young, and my, my mom's calling
Thank God she hit decline
I'm numb-faced while I'm thinking 'bout suicide
[Verse 3]
Wanna know what this sound like
When I'm not on drugs
Please, please don't play this song
Ra-ra-ra-ra-right, ra-right, ra-right, right, right
Tryna get my mind ma-mind, ma-mind right right
People think they're really being helpful
By telling me please be careful
Yeah right, ra-ra-right, ra-right, right, right
Please don't play this song, yeah
[Verse 4]
Hey, black Robin Hood, ridin' high
Just like we should, you know the saying
Ain't no delaying
Gotta gets the gettin' while the gettin's good
Yeah, demented, my brain was forced to transform, wise up
I'm checkin' the gate on humble tales
And minimum wage, the blogs tell it, "Cudi's lame
Wearing a kilt, he must be gay"
Let's keep it trill, fuck being discrete
But some girls tweet how they miss my meat, yeah
Cudders, HBO, that Vitamin Water
That's money to blow 'cause your money for blow
Don't take no shit, you can blame my ma
I'm in the maze, I'm in a daze, I'm losing it
I'm lockin' in my rocketship, I be a blip in your radar, bitch
Feels like things can be covered
Until the day I'm above myself, hover
[Verse 5]
Wanna know what this sound like
When I'm not on drugs
Please, please don't play this song
Ra-ra-ra-ra-right, ra-right, ra-right, right, right
Tryna get my mind ma-mind, ma-mind right right
People think they're really being helpful
By telling me please be careful
Yeah right, ra-ra-right, ra-right, right, right
Please, please don't play this song
Written by: Emile Haynie, Scott Mescudi