Текст песни Kid Cudi - Lord of the Sad and Lonely

Жанр: Rap / Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: Kid Cudi
Альбом: Indicud
Длительность: 02:47
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[Kid Cudi] (Lord of the Sad and Lonely) Won't you tell me who is; the supreme leader Still underused, like I’m not a human heater. Move and groove, make the bitch linger Want more than the dick, gold on the ring finger Not the one who wanna play dumb, see I'm from Cleveland bitch I'm up in the hills still keep it way trill And most wanna relax, someone tell me how that feel I say that now until I go an pop this pill I say out loud 'you wanna let me cop a feel?' Now I pray out loud but I know my god ill Bounce with me If you dont give a fuck simply Fed up won't let up on the overtime The more I work, the more they wanna sweat mine I can feel those lames they love to speak my name Sometimes dreams of breakin niggas whole faces And fuck the precinct, ain't scared of catchin’ cases Sky might fall, but I ain't worried at all Got me some xannies and a couple adderall Plus these racks up on the strippers at the mall With the spirit of god and some Gandalf balls Lord of the sad and lonely And the ones that feel like shit on the daily Dont let these phony niggas and hoes Be the ones that bring you low Let it be from the fatigue from making a pussy plead All of the things I've seen and survived Make a nigga feel way more than just alive You know my name you know my face All hail King Wizard in your motherfucking space You love it [Hook] Yep, yep, yep Lord of the sad and lonely Yep, yep, yep Lord of the sad and lonely And the ones that feel like shit on the daily I got you, you love it [Verse 2] Now I can show you how to make a new Domingo Dean In a way in which this universe has never seen I feel the tension when I'm struttin' in my Prada boots Check with my fresh, if you want I can style you My profession is to wow you, Nigga How you not better than me? Listen I swear to Jesus I feel like Baby back in 99 In the SLS stunting and it's all mine Shitting on these nigga sipping on some Swiss Kriss I got jewelry that is sitting on my sick wrist My liver fucking up my floor, see I'm getting pissed Work too damn hard here for the shenanigans Don't hang around bums, and that's how I went fe fi fo fum Haters are doing dumb things, no fun, no jokes, no smile Just a grin that suggest I'm the best Living like I got a motherfucking ? At all times So many kids live their life through my rhymes See I'm in love with you all to the end When shit was dark for me you were my only friends On the realer, so smoke some tree for your nigga Ain't nobody got my bounce, know my juicy ounce Walk in rooms and fuckboys close their mouth The Cud life, you know what we about Lord of the Sad and Lonely
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