Kid Cudi - Lord Of The Sad And Lonely lyrics

rate me

Won’t you tell me who is, the supreme leader

Still want to use like I’m not a human eater

Move and groove, make the bitch linger

Want more than the dick, gold on the ring finger

Not the one who wanna play dumb, see I’m from Cleveland bitch

I’m up in the hills still keep it way trill

And most wanna relax, someone tell me how that feel

I say that loud until I go and pop a pill

I say it out loud, you wanna let me cop a feel?

Now I pray out loud but I know my god ill

Bounce with me if you don’t fuck a fuck simply

Fed up won’t let up on the overtime

The more I work, the more they wanna sweat mine

I can feel those lames they love to speak my name

Sometimes dreams of breakin niggas’ whole faces

And fuck the ... ain’t scared of catchin cases

Sky might fall, but I ain’t worried at all

Got me some xannies and a couple adderall

Plus these racks up on the strippers at the mall

With the spirit of god and some gandalf balls

Lord of the sad and lonely

And the ones that feel like shit on the daily

Don’t let these phony niggas and hoes

Be the one that bring you low

Let it be from the fatigue from making a pussy plead

All of the things I’ve seen and survived

Make a nigga feel way more than just alive

You know my name you know my face

All hail king wizard in your motherfucking space

You love it

Yep, yep, yep, lord of the sad and lonely

Yep, yep, yep, lord of the sad and lonely

And the ones that feel like shit on the daily

I got you, you love it

Now I can show you how to make a new domingo dean

In a way in which this universe has never seen

I feel the tension when I’m struttin in my prada boots

Check with my fresh, if you want I can style you

My profession is to wild you,

Nigga how you not better than me?

Listen I swear to jesus

I feel like baby back in ‘99

In the sls, stuntin and it’s all mine

Shittin on these niggas, sippin on some swiss criss

I guess I’m jewelry and I’m sittin on my slit wrists

The label fucking up my floss, I’m getting pissed

Word to demar, ...shananigans

There ain’t no rum bums, and that’s how I went deep

And as I do my count face...

Living like I got a motherfucking pump on my lap

At all times, so many kids live their life though my rhymes

See I’m in love with you, till the end

When shit was dark, family you are my only friends on the realer

I just smoke some tree for you niggas

Ain’t nobody got my bounce to my kushy ounce

Walk in the rooms and fuck boys close they mouth

The collide, you know what we bout

Lord of the sad and lonely.