Lord help me out Save my soul Need to find a new route I don't even hear what other niggas talking about Call me a hippster as long as your a listner Label me what you like I'm close to my victory Dozed in the fight When I; open my eyes I see the all seeing eyee Beyond trying to see what being rich feel like 6 figure checks, for my mom for peace Everybody wanna stick on me like leech Take my blood Give fake love Till I turn them down I'm the one that who changed... bro... ? That's why I don't call cause when I was starving You wasn't at all... around Now I gotta shut shit down Be a man Pick friends all selective now Your cool; your cool; fuck you And to the bitch that's on ya fuck you too Try to shine now everyone nows kid cudi slipped up and loved them hoes We all make mistakes... yes No worries I just kill a bitch with success While she at home stressed out eating ice cream I'm at the grammys living out a nice dream No bitch on arms just my words and my stoner charm with my dimples deep I smile at please Cause I went out and got what most ya seek