2 acessos
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