Just What I Am Lyrics - Indicud - Kid Cudi

I'm just what you made God - not many I trust 

I'mma go my own way, God, take my faith 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 bitches wanna get me sprung 

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, nigga 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" 

Nigga, we ballin', straight swaggin', lost Hawk, but I'm maintainin' 

I've been told that I'm amazing, make sure keep that fire blazin', weed livin' 

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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 

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Let me tell you bout my month y'all, endless shopping, I had a ball 

I had to ball for therapy, my shrink dont think that helps at all 

Whatever, that man aint wearing these leather pants 

I diagnose my damn self, these damn pills aint working fam 

In my spare time, punching walls, fucking up my hand 

I know that shit sound super cray but if you had my life youd understand 

But, I cant fold, some poor soul got it way worse 

Were all troubled, in a world of trouble 

Its scary to have a kid walk this Earth 

Im what you made God, fuck yes Im so odd 

Thinking 'bout all my old friends who werent my friends all along 

Hm, when it rains it pours, whiksey bottles of the six and fours 

Everyday the first things a chore, amidst a dream with no exit doors 

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 

Need it to get by, ya