"Lord help me out
Save my soul
Need to find a new route
I don't even hear what other niggas talking about
Call me a hipster as long as you're a listener
Label me what you like
I'm close to my victory
Dozed in the fight
When I open my eyes somehow seeing night
Beyond trying to see what being rich feel like
Six-figure checks, for my mom for peace
Everybody wants to stick on me like leech
Take my blood
Give fake love
'Till I turn them down
I'm the one that who changed...bro..?
That's why I don't call 'cause when I was starving
You wasn't at all...around
Now I gotta shut shit down
Be a man pick friends all selective now
You're cool, you're cool, fuck you
And to the bitch that's on ya fuck you too
Try to shine now everyone knows Kid Cudi slipped up and loved them hoes
We all make mistakes...yes
No worries I just kill a bitch with success
While she at home stressed out eating ice cream
I'm at the Grammys living out a nice dream
No bitch on arm, just my words and my stoner charm
With my dimples deep I smile at peace
'Cause I went out and got what most y'all seek
Now I'm the one you meet
Who throws you the peace sign, not one eye met
And this is just the first step
God walks with me, but I'm still vexed
Oh, how could this be?
All this time, I've lived vicariously
Who's gonna save my soul now?
Who's gonna save my soul now?
How will my story ever be told now?
How will my story be told now?"