[Pre-Chorus: Kid Cudi & CyHi]
CyHi! It's like two in the morning
Slayed two bitches inside of my California bed
Fuck it, I was horny (Haha)
So God, please don't judge me
[Verse: CyHi]
It ain't my fault you ain't make these hoes ugly
Cheese on Chuck E, Clicquot fuzzy
Streets gon' love me, freaks gon' fuck me
How could a young nigga be so lucky?
No Luciano, truly, I know
I done changed since I used to do the cornrow
They only give you credit at the end of movies, I know
Hustled since I learned how to use a lawnmower
From the traphouse, now I do the condo
I was in the street, nigga, you was front row
Truckload full of keys to pianos
Aye, aye, feliz cumpleaños
Piece in the console, police in your convo
I was sent here to preach to the young folks
Spent weeks in them orange clothes in the drought, drug
Prices spiked like Hennessy in a punch bowl
Man of the house, even before I growed up
When them niggas talked down, I'm the one who spoke up
CyHi, I'm a leader like four cups
Boy, I'm a Caesar like a low cut
Niggas hatin', so what? Ever since I blowed up
"Ye ain't gon' be shit," at least that's what they told us
No love for a nigga, so I sold drugs
All I had to do was go outside and post up
Pull off on some hubcap when I did the donuts
All I get is snooty ass bitches with they nose up
She chose up, now she chillin' with her toes up
Fuck the bitch to sleep and got some head when I woke up, I had a
[Pre-Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe (Who can I turn to?)
Nothin' unwanted (After all, who can I turn to?)
Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe (If I don't turn to You)
Nothin' unwanted (No other help I know, I stretch my hands)