| Won’t you tell me who is; |
| the supreme leader
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| Still want to use like I’m not a human eater
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| Move and groove, make the bitch linger
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| Want more than the dick, gold on the ring finger
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| Not the one who wanna play dumb, see I’m from Cleveland bitch
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| I’m up in the hills still keep it way trill
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| And most wanna relax, someone tell me how that feel
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| I say that loud until I go an pop this pill
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| I say out loud 'you wanna let me cop a feel?'
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| Now I pray out loud but I know my god ill
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| Bounce with me If you don’t give a fuck simply
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| Fed up won’t let up on the overtime
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| The more I work, the more they wanna sweat mine
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| I can feel those lames they love to speak my name
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| Sometimes dreams of breakin niggas whole faces
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| And fuck the precinct, ain’t scared of catchin' cases
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| Sky might fall, but I ain’t worried at all
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| Got me some xannies and a couple adderall
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| Plus these racks up on the strippers at the mall
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| With the spirit of god and some Gandalf balls
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| Lord of the sad and lonely
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| And the ones that feel like shit on the daily
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| Don’t let these phony niggas and hoes
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| Be the ones that bring you low
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| Let it be from the fatigue from making a pussy plead
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| All of the things I’ve seen and survived
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| Make a nigga feel way more than just alive
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| You know my name you know my face
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| All hail King Wizard in your motherfucking space
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| You love it
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| Yep, yep, yep
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| Lord of the sad and lonely
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| Yep, yep, yep
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| Lord of the sad and lonely
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| And the ones that feel like shit on the daily
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| I got you, you love it
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| Now I can show you how to make a new Domingo Dean
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| In a way in which this universe has never seen
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| I feel the tension when I’m struttin' in my Prada boots
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| Check with my fresh, if you want I can style you
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| My profession is to wild you,
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| Nigga How you not better than me listen I swear to Jesus
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| I feel like Baby back in 99
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| In the SLS stunting and it’s all mine
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| Shitting on these nigga sipping on some Swiss Kriss
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| I got jewelry that is sitting on my sick wrist
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| My liver fucking up my floor, see I’m getting pissed
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| Work too damn hard here for the shenanigans
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| Don’t hang around bums
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| And that’s how I went fe fi fo fum
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| Haters are doing dumb things
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| No fun, no jokes, no smile
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| Just a grin that suggest I’m the best
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| Living like I got a motherfucking pump on my left
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| At all times
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| So many kids live their life through my rhymes
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| See I’m in love with you all to the end
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| When shit was dark for me you were my only friends
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| On the realer
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| So smoke some tree for your nigga
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| Ain’t nobody got my bounce, know my juicy ounce
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| Walk in rooms and fuckboys close their mouth
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| The Cud life, you know what we about
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| Lord of the Sad and Lonely |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lord Of The Sad And Lonely , by - Kid Cudi. Song from the album Indicud, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп