Come Around

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah... (Aah)

Wa-wa-wa-wah,wa-wa-wa-wah

Yeah (Aaw shit) yeah

I'm extra good (I've landed, nigga)

I'm extra (Cleveland status)

Hello! (Uh)

[Verse 1: Kid Cudi]

Hello hello, I bring the new era of terror

Speaking and its peaking but its cool you hear me clearly

In the lac' how it sound when it's up

Don't act you ain't fuckin' with it

Cudi hate the fronters

They always in the back, fronting, saying something

Until I, open my mothafuckin' mind and let it spill

Over samples over sense over heavy kicks in the mix

Figured I was all singing til I began ripping

Ready to die ever since my father died

Infatuated with death since my uncles left

Go through the ghost of my family

Dancing in the valley when they hear the harps playin'

Day 'n' Nite in the night

Oh, I ever wondered if I get this rappin' right

Hmm, I know why the bitches treat me oh so, politely

I need the mushu and this occurs to

I'll explain more after a blunt or two

Hey

[Hook: Kid Cudi]

Oh, will they come around?

Wonder if they'll come around, now

Oh, oh will they come around

Will they ever come around, now

Now come around

Now do you get it? Now do you get it? (Oh, oh)

Homeboy, mothafucka, do you get it?

Now do you get it? Do you get it? (Oh, oh)

Homeboy, mothafucka, do you get it? (Get it)

[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]

Some niggas wear a Jesus piece

Trying to show their passion for ice

Instead of trying to show their passion for Christ

So until I get my world right homie I'm Jesus chainless

Waiting in the dungeon with the not many stainless

I'll be buckin at my demons

Truly for more reasons I couldn't put into words

Only assign melodies

If you ever hear a sweet sad sound

Those are the profound tones of

While I'm feeling lost, still waiting to found, down

Not by a model bitch, in her peace and Carey Anne

New motivation for the new generation

Born in 96' watching reruns of Fresh Prince

Inspiration come from all different angles

It is tangled in between

The bullshit that can claim you

Aye LeBron play this song before

You step on the court

This could your alley-oop

While you hop out the coupe

Never made it on the team

But I'm pimpin for sport

Ignorant to the fact I'm dying quick off this port

If any niggas set the goal for the sky to be the limit

You limit your role too stupid to even know

Damn son, what the hell?

We all need to think intergalactic

As I style, as I smile

Finally after a while, hold it now

They come around

[Hook: Kid Cudi]

Oh, will they come around?

Wonder if they'll come around, now

Oh, oh will they come around

Will they ever come around, now

Now come around

Now do you get it? Now do you get it? (Oh, oh)

Homeboy, mothafucka, do you get it?

Now do you get it? Do you get it? (Oh, oh)

Homeboy, mothafucka, do you get it? (Get it)

[Outro]

Get wit' it!