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[Verse 1: King Chip]
I'm just what you made God - not many I [bad word] I'mma go my own way, God, take my fate to wherever you want
I'm out here, on my son, won't stop 'til I get me some
Club-hoppin', tryin' to get me some, bad [bad word] wanna get me [bad word]  Early in the morning, I'm wakin' bakin', drinkin', contemplatin'
Ain't no such thing as Satan, evil is what you make it
Thank the Lord for that burning bush, that big body Benz I was born to push
On my way I'm burning kush, [bad word] don't be worried 'bout us
Neighbors knockin' on the door, asking can we turn it down
 I say, "Ain't no music on" she said, "Naw, that weed is loud" [bad word]  we ballin', straight swaggin', lost Hawk, but I'm maintainin'
I've been told that I'm amazing, make sure keep that fire blazin', we livin'

[Hook: Kid Cudi]
I need smoke
 I need to smoke
Who gon' hold me down now
I wanna get high y'all
 I wanna get high y'all
 Need it need it to get by y'all
Can you get me high y'all?
I wanna get high y'all
 I wanna get high y'all
Need it need it to get by y'all
 Can you get me high y'all?
I'm just what you made God, just what you made God (Nee-need it)
I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made
 (Nee-need it) I'm just what you made God
 I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made God

 [Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
Let me tell you ‘bout my month y'all, endless shopping, I had a ball
 I had to ball for therapy, my shrink don’t think that helps at all
 Whatever, that man ain’t wearing these leather pants
 I diagnose my [bad word] self, these [bad word] pills ain’t working fam
In my spare time, punching walls, [bad word] up my hand
I know that [bad word] sound super cray but if you had my life you’d understand
But, I can’t fold, some poor soul got it way worse
 We’re all troubled, in a world of trouble
It’s scary to have a kid walk this Earth
I’m what you made God, [bad word] yes I’m so odd
Thinking 'bout all my old friends who weren’t my friends all along
Hm, when it rains it pours, whiskey bottles on the sinks and floors
 Everyday to find sane’s a chore, amidst a dream with no exit doors

 [Hook]

 [Outro]
Need it to get by, ya
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