"Cudderisback" lyrics - KID CUDI

Yeah
Wassup?
Hhhmm, nigga
Yes, me
Haha
Yeah
I'm back baby
Cudder

(Sample)
Ottoman couch
How, handsome your furniture, lovelier now
But, dressed for a funeral
Begging you to sit for a portrait on the wall
To hang in the dark
Of some parlamentairy hall

Stay home a lot, no TV
Just thoughts and a heap of good weed
Same jeans, same old converse
Bape tees and a Walees, so works
I'm cool some niggas mad at it
Looking in from the outside, fantastic
Can't keep that negative alive
Baby on my dick, if kid cudi die
Don't cry hater
I forgive, now go and get my album and get off my dick
Smile, ain't it pleasant, the weed is the escence
But if I'm in a club we gon tear the shit up
I'm talking 'bout shots, ridiculous amounts
'Cause if you gonna raise, should be all about
Take, take another shot or you soft, dream on campaign
I'm the mother-loving boss
Haters suck my balls, two-time
I never say goodbye 'cause I'm on mine
All my life wanna do something major
Now every little thing I do might make it on a paper
Cudi found y'all nigga, po-po (whatever)
Mad drunk in the street, no photo (I rage)
Hatin' mutherfuckers, I don't know yo
I guess this was the life I chose, when they get up in my mind
Wanna know about me and Amanda Bynes (Amanda please)
Wanna know really really really who I'm datin
Is she civilian, a super duper famous?
Is she African-American, caucasian or asian?
Or maybe Spanish
It don't matter my nigga I love them all
As long as she don't need stupid amounts of make-up to make up her self esteem
Selfish dreams can reflect the blessing
I am that blessing on a cloud
Successful raps, I might scream out loud

Putting it down for all I met
Talking fans, I won't quit
I'm putting it down for all I met
I'm talking fans, I won't quit

Hey, Hey, Hey
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Hey
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Hey
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Hey
Sto-ooh-o-ooh-ne

Goodbye.