Yeah, what's up? Mmmhm, nigga. Yeah, it's me. Yeah. I'm back, baby. Cudder.

//
Ottoman couch, how handsome your furniture
Lovelier now, but dressed for a funeral
Begging you to sit for a portrait on the wall
To hang in the dark of some parliamentary hall
//

Stay home alot, no TV
Just thougths and a heap of good weed
Same jeans, same old converse
Bape tees 'n' the wales, so works
I'm cool, some niggas mad at it
Lookin' it in from da outside, fantastic
Can't keep the negative alive
They be on my dick, if Kid Cudi die,
Don't cry hater I forgive, now go and? get my album and get off my dick
I smile and I'm pleasant, the weed is the essence
But if  I'm in the club, we gonn tear shit up
I'm talkin' about shots, ridiculous amounts
Cuz if you're gonna rage, should be all about take, take another shot or you're soft
Dream on campain' I'm the? mother lovin' boss
Haters suck my balls, two time
I never say goodbye because I'm on mine
All my life wanna do something major
Now every lil' thing I do might make it in the paper
Cudi found ya'll nigga, po-po
Mad drunk in the street, no photo (I rage)
Hatin' motherfuckas, I don't know yo
I guess this was the life I chose
Wanna get up in my mind
Wanna know about me and Amanda Bynes
Wanna know? really really really who I'm dating
Is she civilan or super duper famous
Is she African American, Caucasian, or Asian?
Or maybe Spanish, it don't matter my nigga I love 'em all
As long as she don't need stupid amounts of makeup to make up the self-esteem
Selfish dreams can reflect the blessing
I am that blessing on a cloud
Sucessful raps, I might scream out loud
Putting it down, for all I met
Talking fans, I won't quit
I'm putting it down, for all I met
Talking fans, I won't quit

Hey, hey, wooowoowow
Hey, whoaa, woaa
Hey, woaa, woaaa
Nananana
Goodbye

Letra de: http://www.letrasymusica.net