C                       G
I'm just what you made God — not many I trust
        D                      Em
I'ma go my own way God, take my fate to wherever you want
        C                         G
I'm out here, on my son, won't stop 'til I get me some
        D                         Em
Club-hoppin', tryna get me some, bad bitches wanna get me sprung
        C                        G
Early in the morning, I'm wakin', bakin', drinkin', contemplatin'
         D                         Em
Ain't no such thing as Satan, evil is what you make it
         C
Thank the Lord for that burning bush
         G
That big body Benz I was born to push
          D                        Em
On my way I'm burning kush, nigga don't be worried 'bout us
           C                       G
Neighbors knockin' on the door, asking can we turn it down
         D                         Em
I say, "Ain't no music on", she said, "No, that weed is loud"
         C                         G
Nigga, we ballin', straight swaggin', lost Hawk, but I'm maintainin'
          D                        Em
I've been told that I'm amazing, make sure keep that fire blazin', we livin'


[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
 C  G      D
I need smoke
 C  G      D
I need to smoke

Who gon' hold me down now?
     C        G
I wanna get high y'all
     D        Em
I wanna get high y'all
     C         G
Need it need it to get by y'all
     D         Em
Can you get me high y'all?
     C         G
I wanna get high y'all
     D         Em
I wanna get high y'all
     C         G
Need it need it to get by y'all
     D         Em
Can you get me high y'all?


[Post-Chorus: Kid Cudi]
     C                           G
I'm just what you made God, just what you made God (Nee-need it)
      D                            Em
I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made
         C                         G
(Nee-need it) I'm just what you made God
         D                         Em
I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made God


[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
        C                             G
Let me tell you ‘bout my month y'all, in the shop and I had a ball
       D                           Em
I had to ball for therapy, my shrink don’t think that helps at all
       C                        G
Whatever, that man ain’t wearing these leather pants
       D                        Em
I diagnose my damn self, these damn pills ain’t working fam
       C                      G
I- In my spare time, punching walls, fucking up my hand
       D                           Em
I know that shit sound super cray but if you had my life you’d understand
       C                           G
But, I can’t fold, some poor soul got it way worse
       D
We’re all troubled, in a world in trouble
       Em
It’s scary to have a kid walk this Earth
       C                          G
I’m what you made God, fuck yes I’m so odd
       D                         Em
Thinking 'bout all my old friends who weren’t my friends all along
       C                           G
Hm, when it rains it pours, whiskey bottles on the sinks and floors
        D                         Em
Everyday to find sane’s a chore, amidst a dream with no exit doors


[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
 C G      D
I need smoke
 C G      D
I need to smoke

Who gon' hold me down now?
   C          G
I wanna get high y'all
   D          Em
I wanna get high y'all
   C          G
Need it need it to get by y'all
   D          Em
Can you get me high y'all?
   C           G
I wanna get high y'all
   D           Em
I wanna get high y'all
   C           G
Need it need it to get by y'all
   D            Em
Can you get me high y'all?


[Post-Chorus: Kid Cudi]
   C                            G
I'm just what you made God, just what you made God (Nee-need it)
   D                           Em
I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made
       C                        G
(Nee-need it) I'm just what you made God
      D                           Em
I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made God