Text: Kid Cudi. Higher Up.

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See I was born back in 94
Whitout a dam clue what was in store
Further more even if I did bra
I do it all again whit shit bra
After kidde rapping ruin me
I ended up rapping ruin me
Ended up beeing better then the last
Hole new cudi for the new class
Evrytime I think about the first step I ever made alone
made me realise the prince was made for the trone
Defeated by peace sort from stone smoking so much weed I'm bettter off alone
In my own zone in my own zone I'm so gone now nigga less
I can't dissapear stress, my life is way beyond your mother knows best
Don't forget I'm blessed the feel is so curse I can't stop the curse from spitting
When I'm feeling like I'm fony cause I speak my thaughts evrytime I think them up
I garantee I will win if I was ever wrong this moment ain't it.
So I am psychic in the in end I think my, thaughts in reality
In, in, in
Tell me who, is all ready to go
Tell me who... is all ready to go
Tell me who is all ready, to go higher up say higher up