Tekster:
Kid Cudi Man On The Moon 2 The Legend Of Mr Rager

smoke? I, I, I be on it all day love it like my nigga Big Boi said That's the only thing that keeps me level up in my crazy head Stoned on the run,

with a smile up on my face As the sun kisses us on the foreheads gently Gentle with the drugs, heavy with the love I'ma spit this on stage, watch models

found a monster in me when I lost my cool It lives inside of me eating what's in its way I put black spray paint on my windows during the day I want

when I switch up the lizzane Skinny niggy niggy in ya city getting chizzange Like I'm Carmelo, meet me in the pizzaint Yammin' on you sucka niggas, yammin' on

fastest move was too slow for me, I pulled up Wasn't no ambulance, there wasn't no police Somethin' fishy goin' on now eve kept pressin' on Nine grip thinkin' the killer could still be on

I first had tree Smoked out a black and mild, so dumb of me Now, I'm grape cigarillo man Any young black kid, guaranteed fan Hold it down humble pie on

This one's for Amile We, we, we aite, aite, aite We, we aite, aite, aite We, we, we aite Come and make your mind up, aite To wake your mind up, aite

You see, I'm trapped in my mind, oh, I'm going trippy Oh, I don't think I'll ever go You see the walls are so high that I couldn't climb them So I don

Shades over my eyes Make the creepers look back at themselves Sittin' stuck in emotional bliss The skinny model girls rub coke on the gums Tap my knee