Yeah
This is not a test, check (easy does it)
Please turn my headphones up a little bit (easy does it)
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Ay
Hello friends, Cudder again
Gotta smack 'em with some shit before the world ends
Same old denims, worn for days
I been home makin' jams and many wonderful waves
I see in many wondrous shades
Peekin' out the shadows at a new landscape
I've been trapped in my mind, I've been tryna escape
Fame and loneliness, the recipe for disaster
I can't handle this shit, I'ma get plastered
I just wanna go fast, I'm a bastard
I won't stop till I'm where I wanna be in line
And there's so many things to do in the in-between time
That's to say I don't get lost and lose my fuckin' mind
Thinkin' 'bout the days I was broke, fuck me up sometimes
How did I do it, why the kids love me so?
Cause they connect with Cudder, real simple
Now let me set the groove with some cello
On the outside lookin' into this mellow
But sometimes I wanna just shoot my fuckin' face off
I'm talkin' game over, defeated the boss
Hope with age I can cope with my rage
I'm so damn passionate, they're no safe plain
The dealer dwellin', I'm always in the zone
Why did God let Hell in? It's just a nigga, man
Man, listen, I'm tryna find a way to tuck this niña in my skinnies
It's kinda tough, I don't know see how they did it in the eighties
My angels ride for me, at all costs
My dad is tellin' me, "Don't stress, go and floss"
Live a little, I got you pop
Love kiddo, my negro
Somebody better save them, God
'Cause young Scott Mescudi stayed on his job
The leader of the delinquents
(Delinquents, delinquents, delinquents...)
The leader of the delinquents
(Delinquents, delinquents, delinquents...)
The leader of the delinquents
(Delinquents, delinquents, delinquents...)
The leader of the delinquents
(Delinquents, delinquents, delinquents...)
Uh, a'ight
Put the flow in the bag, kept it sealed on 'em
When I'm drivin', well it depends, so many in the Honda
Broke up with this girl, she was trippin'
Couldn't understand my life and the world that kept me stressed about
My SLS is pearl, bitch, please don't call it white
And that nigga, he went back while I was trippin' of the white
A jealous mothafucka, that's the shit that I don't like
You got a girl better love her man, you gotta cuff her tight
Because so many people have the nerve
You ask about Cudder and I bet you fuckin' heard
Hm, they call me legend and I'm feelin' twenty-six
You mad, you mad, you mad, Cudder in this bitch
I'm an unstoppable fucker, from the land where my niggas be
Pop a Perc', start to mumble, my fam jokin', rollin' tree
You see this walk, you know my face
All hail King WZRD in your motherfuckin' space, you love it
The leader of the delinquents
(Delinquents, delinquents, delinquents...)
The leader of the delinquents
(Delinquents, delinquents, delinquents...)
The leader of the delinquents
(Delinquents, delinquents, delinquents...)
The leader of the delinquents
(Delinquents, delinquents, delinquents...)
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