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bjbj I'm just what you made God - not many I trust I'mma go my own way, God, take my
fate to wherever you want I'm out here, on my son, won't stop 'til I get me some Club-hoppin',
tryin' to get me some, bad *** wanna get me sprung Early in the morning, I'm wakin'
bakin', drinkin', contemplatin' Ain't no such thing as Satan, evil is what you make it Thank
the Lord for that burning bush, that big body Benz I was born to push On my way I'm burning
kush, *** don't be worried 'bout us Neighbors knockin' on the door, asking can we turn it
down I say, "Ain't no music on" she said, "Naw, that weed is loud" ***, we ballin',
straight swaggin', lost Hawk, but I'm maintainin' I've been told that I'm amazing, make sure
keep that fire blazin', we livin' I need smoke I need to smoke Who gon' hold me down now
I wanna get high y'all I wanna get high y'all Need it need it to get by y'all Can you get
me high y'all? I wanna get high y'all I wanna get high y'all Need it need it to get by y'all
Can you get me high y'all? I'm just what you made God, just what you made God (Nee-need
it) I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made (Nee-need it) I'm just what you made
God I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made God [Verse 2: Kid Cudi] Let me tell
you bout my month y'all, endless shopping, I had a ball I had to ball for therapy, my
shrink don t think that helps at all Whatever, that man ain t wearing these leather pants
I diagnose my damn self, these damn pills ain t working fam In my spare time, punching
walls, *** up my hand I know that *** sound super cray but if you had my life you
a world of trouble s scary to have a kid walk this Earth m what you made God, *** yes I
m so odd Thinking 'bout all my old friends who weren t my friends all along Hm, when
it rains it pours, whiskey bottles on the sinks and floors Everyday to find sane s a
chore, amidst a dream with no exit doors I need smoke I need to smoke Who gon' hold me
down now I wanna get high y'all I wanna get high y'all Need it need it to get by y'all
Can you get me high y'all? I wanna get high y'all I wanna get high y'all Need it need
it to get by y'all Can you get me high y'all? I'm just what you made God, just what you
made God (Nee-need it) I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made (Nee-need it)
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monet Normal.dotm monet Microsoft Office Word VT$m "Calibri I'm just
what you made God not many I trust I'mma go my own way, God, take my fate to wherever
you want I'm out here, on my son, won't stop 'til I get me some Club hoppin', tryin' to
contemplatin' Ain't no such thing as Satan, evil is what you make it Thank the Lord for
that burning bush, that big body Benz I was born to push On my way I'm burning kush, ***
don't be worried 'bout us Neighbors knockin' on the door, asking can we turn it down I
say, "Ain't no music on" she said, "Naw, that weed is loud" ***, we ballin', straight
swaggin', lost Hawk, but I'm maintainin' I've been told that I'm amazing, make sure keep
that fire blazin', we livin' I need smoke I need to smoke Who gon' hold me down now
I wanna get high y'all I wanna get high y'all Need it need it to get by y'all Can you get
me high y'all? wanna get high y'all I wanna get high y'all Need it need it to get by y'all
Can you get me high y'all? I'm just what you made God, just what you made God (Nee need
it) I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made (Nee need it) I'm just what you made
I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made God [Verse 2: Kid Cudi] Let me tell
you bout my month y'all, endless shopping, I had a ball I had to ball for therapy, my
shrink don t think that helps at all Whatever, that man ain t wearing these leather pants
I diagnose my damn self, these damn pills ain t working fam In my spare time, punching
walls, *** up my hand I know that *** sound super cray but if you had my life you
d understand But, I can t fold, some poor soul got it way worse re all troubled, in
a world of trouble s scary to have a kid walk this Earth m what you made God, *** yes I
m so odd Thinking 'bout all my old friends who weren t my friends all along Hm, when
it rains it pours, whiskey bottles on the sinks and fl oors Everyday to find sane s
a chore, amidst a dream with no exit doors I need smoke I need to smoke Who gon' hold
me down now "System Title Microsoft Word 97-2003 Document MSWordDoc Word.Document.8