Movin’ without movin’, pure [bad word] groovin’
 Right on track, right on and I’m back
 Rap Ex-lax, Yah I be pooin’ on em
 [bad word] right Mr. Cudi he be dippin’ on em
 Say it loud, ya’ll want dat new new
 Explorer like Dora, that’s how I got a clue too
 So [bad word]  underground, barely on YouTube
 Till’ Day N’ Nite, now they all got a clue who
 Took me a minute mayne, took me awhile
 Hard headed ni**a ever since I was wild a child
 But my ambitions made [bad word] beg for attention
 Dj’s unmixin they mixes just to toss in some Cudder
 And I tried to tell my mother, but she ain’t underdig, figure me on some other
 But see my mommy ain’t a fronter, 
 so now a day she called me a bad [bad word] 
(2x)
 Anddddd,
 Just when it seems that the game is hopeless
 Rearrange some things for a DOSE OF DOPENESS 
 I I I do what I do, and
 I I I do what I do

(2x) Do my little dance….sippin’ outta cup
 While my people in the back, my people in the front
 I I I do what I do, and
 I I I do what I do, do

Whoa ni**a, ya’ll motha [bad word] need to understand the [bad word] game
 [bad word] ain’t gun change, unless a [bad [bad word] in the [bad word]  switch it up
 Ni**need to open they [bad word] minds, ni**a 
 Cause this is some [bad word] that ya’ll ni**as aint ready for
 Ya underdig, ya undersmell me

Movin’ without movin’, pure [bad word] groovin’
 Right on track, right on and I’m back
 You make songs about some new dances
 I make songs bout the black man advancements
 I’m talking classic hommie, I’m talking monumental
 And I don’t need much, but Dot [bad word]  That’s how I lay the sence hommie, smilin’ up out the window
 I’m in the leaner dome, that’s my crib on the moon
 And now I’m livin’ in hotel rooms
 In the mirror, laughin’ at my crooked tooth
 How a ni**a eat, is how a ni**a speak
 And how a ni**a live, his sacrifice was big 
 And Ima say it right before the hook, 
 Maybe in due time pimpin’ Ima write a book
 But now I’m play my Andre 3000 
 And dream about an island with model girls eyein

Ummm.
 Hello (Hey baby)
 Um (yeah)
 Some people call me Cudi….Some people call me Scott
 It don’t matter what ya wanna call me….As long as you call me somethin
 Ha Ha…As long as you call me baby
 But Um…You Know…
 You seem real pretty….But I aint talking about how you look
 Im talking about your, your vibe
 Your vibe is pretty
 But Im pretty hungry….You wana go get somethin to eat…Sip on somethin
 Where we goin?
 The Moon