| I’m just what you made God — not many I trust
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| I’ma go my own way God, take my fate to wherever you want
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| I’m out here, on my son, won’t stop 'til I get me some
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| Club-hoppin', tryna get me some, bad bitches wanna get me sprung
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| Early in the morning, I’m wakin', bakin', drinkin', contemplatin'
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| Ain’t no such thing as Satan, evil is what you make it
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| Thank the Lord for that burning bush
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| That big body Benz I was born to push
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| On my way I’m burning kush, nigga don’t be worried 'bout us
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| Neighbors knockin' on the door, asking can we turn it down
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| I say, «Ain't no music on», she said, «No, that weed is loud»
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| Nigga, we ballin', straight swaggin', lost Hawk, but I’m maintainin'
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| I’ve been told that I’m amazing, make sure keep that fire blazin', we livin'
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| I need smoke
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| I need to smoke
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| Who gon' hold me down now?
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| I wanna get high y’all
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| I wanna get high y’all
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| Need it need it to get by y’all
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| Can you get me high y’all?
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| I wanna get high y’all
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| I wanna get high y’all
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| Need it need it to get by y’all
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| Can you get me high y’all?
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| I’m just what you made God, just what you made God (Nee-need it)
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| I’m just what you made God, I’m just what you made
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| (Nee-need it) I’m just what you made God
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| I’m just what you made God, I’m just what you made God
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| Let me tell you ‘bout my month y’all, in the shop and I had a ball
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| I had to ball for therapy, my shrink don’t think that helps at all
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| Whatever, that man ain’t wearing these leather pants
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| I diagnose my damn self, these damn pills ain’t working fam
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| I- In my spare time, punching walls, fucking up my hand
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| I know that shit sound super cray but if you had my life you’d understand
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| But, I can’t fold, some poor soul got it way worse
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| We’re all troubled, in a world in trouble
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| It’s scary to have a kid walk this Earth
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| I’m what you made God, fuck yes I’m so odd
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| Thinking 'bout all my old friends who weren’t my friends all along
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| Hm, when it rains it pours, whiskey bottles on the sinks and floors
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| Everyday to find sane’s a chore, amidst a dream with no exit doors
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| I need smoke
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| I need to smoke
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| Who gon' hold me down now?
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| I wanna get high y’all
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| I wanna get high y’all
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| Need it need it to get by y’all
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| Can you get me high y’all?
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| I wanna get high y’all
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| I wanna get high y’all
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| Need it need it to get by y’all
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| Can you get me high y’all?
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| I’m just what you made God, just what you made God (Nee-need it)
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| I’m just what you made God, I’m just what you made
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| (Nee-need it) I’m just what you made God
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| I’m just what you made God, I’m just what you made God
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| Need it to get by, ya
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| Willy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Just What I Am , by - Kid Cudi. Song from the album Indicud, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп