Kid Cudi - Cudi Get

Step it up, let your neck snap back huh
Sattle up, baby girl put ya hair back
Hurry up barkeep, keep the brew comin
Tryna drink til my back starts slumpin
Like old man, live by the old rules
Followed all the steps from them old fools
Got me nowhere, nigga its a different time
Fuck 08, niggas thinking 09
I take a look behind. Niggas cant form a line
Like kindergarten waitin for the water fountain
Standin upset, arms crossed, poutin
Scott Mescudi, boy they was doubtin him
Until they googled me and found Imeem
They love a duder, they love me I mean
I cant believe how I had of dream of Martin King
But they ain’t takin me out on no balcony

uh huh
Yea. Emile what up nigga


Stand up put ya arms to the ceiling man
Show skin baby girl, yea I’m a fan
Wont do you wrong, like a pushover
See my cudi (cutty?) ridin thru, better pull over
Like I got got blue n red lights shinin round
But if I see the man, slowly put the cup down
“How you doin, officer? Nice mustache”
Dunkin Donut eatin motherfuckers hatin, damn
I get my Speed Racer on
Playin Ray Cash get my Cleveland city on
Brooklyn to Cali jetlagged and all
But still enough time to hit the mall, shit
One wish when I’m deceased
Bury me in 501s and 10 Deep
And please keep the Bapes on the feet
So I can watch the devil ice grill me
Haha! Yea, how you like a nigga now
I’m IT like the clown
And Cudi get

I get
yeaa
Uh, one.
Back back up in the mix like that
How ya’ll feel? How ya’ll feel?
Yall aright. That’s right. Uh
And its like that. Plain Pat, holla at me man E. Yea