Lyrics:
Yeah woah, Cudi
Yeah
It's summer time, Cudi vibes, when my minds right, go for the goal line
Juke by the nay sayers and the two times
Leave 'em in
Looking back on them days, yeah them days
Times changed my nigga, we out here getting paid
Good contracts, they not finna put us in chains
Grown man
everybody mentioning
The US and UK, songs hitting play
A shout out from Gabe up at Penny Arcade
Second album, late nights, moving through the hours
Side by
who I paid for
I was never on time but I came tho
You was by my side but I blame tho
Ay I blamed everything out on you that I needed
I tried to say
comfy for the time wasted making you rich
I want to cover you in ants, bees and honey
Then take a picture for the cover of our album!
You think you
that's gross profit
They like Mo stop went to climb and fell
Running up I gotta get it by the bell
leak the album gotta time it well
You don't like making
a thousand times
(Chorus)
Ever been to Hell?
This is a black-and-white photo album outlines in increments
The infrastructure is dead
Instructed look
else)
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
(Self, self, self, self)
'Til about two AM And I call back and I
Mmh uh
Ain't yellin' cut when it's shootin' time
Sign up, it's recruitin' time
Big wigs with a suit and tie
And them big things got two inside
Ayo, Storm
Time's up
Time's up
You lack the minerals and vitamins, irons and the niacin
Fuck who that I offend, rappers sit back I'm 'bout
Ayo, Storm
Time's up
Time's up
You lack the minerals and vitamins, irons and the niacin
Fuck who that I offend, rappers sit back I'm 'bout
off I can make 'em disappear
Every time I sneeze I get a feature on the news
The reporter says "gesundheit" and hilarity ensues
And how did I get to be
with the dope ass intro
I'm comin' and comin' with the style, see
It's 'bout time now ain't all business
I believe 'em without the nine
Downin' the 40
a GOAT like C
They ain't a GOAT like SK
Last op came out in the public eye
Broski put em in the sun
I just bagged a half a brick by eye
Now I'm just
homies
Every single day on the Turf
So when the album released
He thought his check might increase
But he didn't see the loot
Every time he called
to constitute
What this country at times calls (yeah) their throwaway children
We seem to be approaching (come on) an age of the gross
We all have this idea
into the deep end
By unpopular demand
But what I been through’s what I wrote through
I cuss, fuss, but courteous as fuck when I approach you
This album's
That's the definition of crazy In fact
It's now or never
It's time to take that jump
And rise above
"Never fly too close to the sun"
I control these
let you live and I stand by all my statements
You can keep the clout you seek
I am validated on the pavements
Lost some people on this journey
They say
in stopping
24/7 I gotta stay clocked in
I got an album i need to be dropping and I got no time for it to be flopping
Noooo
No point in flopping
Top
the message you on cc now
I make you albums sound like EPs now
I get better by the hour
Pussy comes with the power
Got yo bitch in the corner sending signals
flashy shit and following trends
I'm so detached from all that wack shit
Man these niggas selling dreams by the Gram
I don't have time to Snap or Chat, I
word
God, I hate this art form so much
And this album is just getting increasingly incoherent by the minute
And yeah, you're right, we actually put
far I've come
But If I said l wanted change my past a lil would I sound dumb
Turn all my wrongs into rights by the time I'm gone
But how would I write
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