Yea, wassup
Mmmhm ^!$$%, yea it's me [laugh]
Yea, I'm back baby, Cudder.


Ottoman couch, how handsome your furniture
Lovelier now, but dressed for funeral

Begging you to sit for a portrait on the wall
To hang in the dark of some parliamentary hall


Stay home a lot, no TV
Just thoughts, and a heap of good weed
Same jeans, same old converse,

Bape tees and the Walees, so works
I'm cool, some ^!$$%s mad at it
Lookin in from the outside, fantastic

Can't keep that negative alive
They be on my dick, if Kid Cudi die,
Don't cry hater, I forgive, now go and get my album and get off my dick

I smile and I'm pleasant, the weed is the essence
But if I'm in the good, we gon' tear %#@! up
I'm talking about shots, ridiculous amounts,

Cause If you're gonna rage, should be all about
Take, take another shot or you're soft
Dream On campaign I'm the mother lovin boss

Haters suck my balls, two time
I never say goodbye because I'm on mine
All my life, wanna do something major

Now every little thing I do might make it in the paper
Cudi found y'all ^!$$%, po-po (whatever)
Mad drunk in the street, no photo (I rage)

Hatin mother$#&@as, I don't know yo
I guess this was the life I chose
Wanna get up in my mind,

Wanna know about me and Amanda Bynes (amanda please)
Wanna know really, really, really who I'm dating
Is she civilian or super duper famous? (hmmm)

Is she African American, Caucasian, or Asian? (so many)
Or maybe Spanish, it don't matter my ^!$$%, I love them all.
As long as she don't need stupid amounts of makeup to makeup the self esteem

Selfish dreams can reflect the blessing
I am that blessing on a cloud
Successful raps, I might scream out loud

Putting it down, for all I met
Talking fans, I won't quit
I'm putting it down, for all I met

Talking fans, I won't quit
Hey hey heyy, whoa whoa whoooa (come on, come on)
Hey, whoa whoa whoooa (come on, come on)

Hey, whoa whoa whoooa
Hey, whoa whoa whoooa
Na na na na na naaa

Goodbye.