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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Cudi
Vocals
DJ Drama
Speaker
Bizzy Bone
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Mescudi
Songwriter
Patrick Reynolds
Composer
Oladipo Omishore
Composer
Julian Gramm
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Plain Pat
Producer
Dot Da Genius
Producer
J Gramm
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trey Station
Assistant Mixing Engineer
William J. Sullivan
Recording Engineer
Greg Truitt
Assistant Recording Engineer
Patrik Ehrenblad-Plummer
Additional Engineer
Chaz Sexton
Assistant Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Jean-Baptiste
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Aye-yo, aye-yo, aye-yo, aye-yo, aye-yo
Aye, aye-yo, aye
Aye, before we even get started
You ugly motherfuckers ain't finna be mocking me while I'm on motherfucking stage
Like straight the fuck up
[Intro]
I ain't gon' lie
My **** Cudi been fresh since days been turning to nights
This **** been fresh since bass lines was breaking hearts
Fresher than anybody made in America
Matter of fact, Entergalactic fresh
My sins, baby
DJ Drama
[Chorus]
Now I'm fresh in the night and I'm doin' shrooms
Can't tell a **** nothin' when I'm in the room
See I ball, fuck 'em all, do you get it, dude?
And I beat the oochie up, get up in her womb
It's a new damn day, film comin' soon
And they call for a ****, I'm controllin' the minions
Lost in the sinnin', while we rage and we winnin'
Wait, wait, hold, hold, hold, hold up, wait a minute
[Bridge]
Shit, Cudi, you better get these ****
Get 'em!
[Verse 1]
It's the boss dog till I'm all gone
Servin' business, get ya ticket, tell 'em, "Come on"
All my **** feel me, can't save a boy
Can't blame 'em when I'm doin' what I'm doin'
I don't give fuck about a punk talkin' shit
I'm the illest **** in it, been the trilla from the top
We ain't hear them chumps when I step out with my walk
I'm the realest **** rippin' 'cause a **** say so
Man, some dumb fucks never get it
Dumb fucks stuck, never livin'
Ridin', pullin' up, it begins, loud trunk on a bitch
Bump, bump, I'm slump, keep it hidden
If she wanna leave, I let the girl leave
**** feel the pain but I bleed what I bleed
Yeah, I'm just a wizard boy, tricks up my sleeve
Yeah, I rep the double O, even when I leave
Yeah, I'm just the cleanest motherfucka from the C
Never ever seen a **** quite like me
Talkin' down the roof, with with my fonto low
Gather up the blunts, burn 'em down in a row
And I'm all dazed, eyes neon red
Nails manicured, got a neon head
She tryna talk deep, forgot what she said
I got a bad yellow bone and she in my bed
I'm just a king livin', dreams out true
I'm winnin' ain't I? Been in it, make her cream, don't gotta say I wanna
When I pull up on the booth, get the scoop, uh-huh
This the win on, get on down, hah
Rollin' with my ****, Dot
And we ragin' out
With a bitch with a couple nots
And we know when we got 'em hot
Sucka **** think it's love, better tell that boy, "No, it's not"
Can't stop Cudi, no, you fool
Been doin' what you cannot do and I'm pretty too
Goin' hard till I'm in the tomb
Gotta move like I'm rollin' on my last day, I'm so consumed
And them demons hatin', yeah, they on me
Lost, can you hear 'em? Give 'em love when you see him
Never been the type to end it, I'm fuckin' spinnin'
I'm pour another shot of liquor and then I did it
Askin' Lord, the Lord, too blessed to fall
Now prai-prai-prai-praise you God
I'm straight drippin', there's the boy
Keep my guards up, back, back off me, boy
They say I'm sickened
Just a **** livin' with some stress
Often smokin' layin' back, ripped
Another night swimmin' with my feelings, rubbin' on a fat ass
The return of the mack, go and rip that
[Bridge]
Dot, what up?
You know
Maybe if you made some changes in your life
Think positively
Get you some MOTOR, you can be fresh too
[Chorus]
Now I'm fresh in the night and I'm doin' shrooms
Can't tell a **** nothin' when I'm in the room
See I ball, fuck 'em all, do you get it, dude?
And I beat the oochie up, get up in her womb
It's a new damn day, film comin' soon
And they call for a ****, I'm controllin' the minions
Lost in the sinnin', while we rage and we winnin'
Wait, wait, hold, hold, hold, hold up, wait a minute
Written by: Julian Gramma, Oladipo Omishore, Patrick Reynolds, Scott Mescudi