Letras:Kid Cudi. Dat Kid From Cleveland. Can I Be.

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Yeah, yeah, yeah E

I'm often.
Often sittin' in my world in the coffin, coughin'.
Coughin' off the herb of the curb.
Money, money, money is what they concur.
Do they agree what they might see could be not exactly what they thought?
The car that the rap star allegedly bought is probably the same car that the rap star rented.
Front in the tennis.
Supreme in the snow, fishtailin' the whip.
Parkin' lot at Applebee's parked in.
And my mom swore up and down that I'd be the next cometh.
Them other niggas far from it.
Can't stand how these dick rock bandits even get granted the access.
All up in the mix, wanna be a Kanye.
Wanna be a Skateboard P.
But nigga all the BBC could not put you in the same place or give you the same face.
Find you first then you can raise the stakes higher.
Not talking shit just fire.
Please mothafucka.
All this BAPE shit I rock is none other.
Who the best MC's in the Cleve'?
Cas, Chip, the Cudder.
Triple the illness.
And Ohio gotta feel this.
Took a decade just to say I'm paid.
Took a - Took a decade to get girls to lay down.
Spread eagle.
Pop that pussy ho.
Need the love below.
I'm the champ that needs a gold medal.
Style and flow, homeboy, I got plenty.
I pick from my [? ] the digital vortex.
Textin' a freak.
Digital phone sex.
She wanna suck a dong cause my songs give me digital checks.
Gigabytes decide the words that I write.
I get gone, nigga.
Day and night.
Uh, Take it literally.
How more crystal clear can I be?
How more crystal clear can I be?
How more crystal clear can I be?
Can I be?
Can I be?
Uh, yeah.
K-I-D-E-E-O-O.
How more crystal clear can I be?
Can I be?
Can I be?