Uh, oh-oh-oh
Yeah
Uh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Yeah
Uh, oh-oh-oh
(Headbanger)
Movin’ wit out movin’, Pure crush groovin’
Right on track, right on and I’m back
Rap Ex-Lax yeah, I be pooin’ on ’em
Damn right, Mr. Cudi he be dippin’ on ’em
Say it loud, y’all want the new-new
Explorer like Dora, that’s how I got a clue too
So fucking underground, barely on Youtube
‘Till Day N Night, now they all got a clue who
Took me a minute man, took me a while
Hard headed nigga ever since I was wild, a child
But my ambitions made bitches beg for attention
DJ’s un-mixin’ their mixes, just to toss in some Cudder
And I tried to tell my mother
But she ain’t underdig, figure me on some other
But see my mommy ‘ain’t a fronter
So nowadays she calls me a bad motherfucker
And, just when it seemed that the game is hopeless
We arranged some thing for a dose of dopeness
I, I do, what I do
And, I, I do, what I do
And, just when it seems that the game is hopeless
Rearrange some things for a dose of dopeness
I, I do, what I do
And, I, I do, what I do
Do my little dance, sippin’ out a cup
All my people in the back, my people in the front
I, I do, what I do
And I, I do, what I do, do
Do my little dance, sippin’ out a cup
Pullin’ up my pants, she come walkin’ up, and I’m like…
I, I do, what I do
And I, I do, what I do, do
Whoah, Nigga!
Y’all motherfuckers need to understand the fuckin’ game
Shit ain’t gon’ change unless a motherfucker come in this shit, switch it up
Niggas need to open they fuckin’ minds, Nigga!
‘Cause this is some shit, that y’all niggas ain’t ready for
Ya underdig, ya understand me?
Movin’ wit out movin’, pure crush froovin’
Right on track, right on and I’m back
You make songs about some new dances
I make songs ’bout the black man advancements
I’m talkin’ classic homie, I’m talkin’ monumental
And I don’t need much but Dot instrumentals
That’s how I lay the stencil, me smilin’ up out the window
I’m in the leaner dome, that’s my crib on the moon
And I’m livin’ in hotel rooms
In the mirror, laughing at my crooked tooth
How a nigga eat, is how a nigga speak
And how a nigga live, is sacrifice was big
And I’mma say it right before the hook
Maybe in due time, Pimpin’, I’mma write a book
But now I’mma play my Andre 3000
And dream about an island wit model girls eyein’
Um… hello
Hey baby
Um… yeah
Some people call me Cudi, some people call me Scott
It don’t matter what you wanna call me, as long as you call me something
As long as you call me, baby
But um…
You know…
You seem real pretty
And I ain’t talkin’ bout how you look
I’m talkin’ ’bout your, your vibe
Your vibe is pretty
I’m pretty hungry, you want to go get something to eat?
Sip on something?
Where we going?
The moon…
