Kid Cudi

Kid Cudi - Did You Get It lyrics

rate me

First name scott

Last name mescudi

I will say it now so you all can say it properly

Even for awhile lotta people stayed mocking me

Then I went g.o.o.d. cause of ye now they jocking me

I have the same sound

Same old fire

Same lion heart

And I stayed smoking sour

Every single minute now

Gotta say an hour

I feel I am cross of john lennon and my father

I remember when I finally left cleveland

Being cool, it wasn't the only reason

My heart had urges, the feelings

Something special you could feel up in the evening

When the moons full and the drink is poured

And most of the real pretty girls are whores

Now I gotta say get the fuck outta here

I don't know you

No, you can't chill in here

Na na na na

Yeah yeah yeah

Now

Do you, do you, do you

Do you get it, get it

Na na na na

Whoa... na na

Now

Do you, do you, do you

Do you get it, get it

My last name mescudi

First name scott

I was the kid you knew who liked to joke and clown a lot

But when I went home school work to the side

I'm a go and study how to finish up these rhymes

Maybe hit a kidney and my family hit the grind

Before I feel I'll never ever find my own mind

Loosin my pops really fucked me up

At the time in my mind I thought my luck was up

It's mostly cause I never got to show what I dream

I guess it's cause I never had the time to let it show

But now I got an op I'm bout to give to the public

I know he lookin down

I know he gotta love it

Ohio got a spokesman

They wanna know if I really smoke

Come on fam

Are you lookin at these black lips?

All the time I'm flatlined stoned bitch

Na na na na

Yea yea yea

Now

Do you, do you, do you

Do you get it, get it

Na na na na

Whoa... na na

Now

Do you, do you, do you

Do you get it (Yea), get it

I'm scott mescudi

Never let the sucker motha fuckers get the best of me

Goin back to Cleveland, dap and pound her is my favoritly

Stand up nigga

When people hate on Cleveland I stand up nigga

WOW in my A.P.C.

Ay Ay get the best plain tees

When I head to the grammys I might dress tacky

Cause all the people care about is what I'm wearing

In the bag it should be about the sweet fuckin album

Let's talk about the fact you want a sweet fuckin album

Some talk shit makin videos and jokin

Now your all fans of my shaft think I stroke em

I told you, I was not playin

From here on believe the words that I'm sayin

But know I won't lead you astray

Just take heed to the words that I say

Na na na na

Yea yea yea

Now

Do you, do you, do you

Do you get it, get it

Na na na na

Whoa... na na

Now

Do you, do you, do you

Do you get it, get it

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