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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Kid Cudi
Kid Cudi
Stimme und Gesang
Choir of Young Believers
Choir of Young Believers
Sampling-Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Emile Haynie
Emile Haynie
Songwriter:in
Scott Mescudi
Scott Mescudi
Songwriter:in
Jannis N. Makrigiannis
Jannis N. Makrigiannis
Songwriter:in
Anders Rhedin
Anders Rhedin
Songwriter:in
Fridolin Tai Nordso Schjoldan
Fridolin Tai Nordso Schjoldan
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Emile Haynie
Emile Haynie
Produzent:in
Christian Mochizuki
Christian Mochizuki
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Anthony Kilhoffer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mischtechniker:in
Erik Madrid
Erik Madrid
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Christian Plata
Christian Plata
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Mark Santangelo
Mark Santangelo
Mastering-Ingenieurassistent:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
God, I thought I loved you so
God, I thought I loved you so
[Verse 2]
They done let in the skinny jean-wearing
Fro-for-days in a old AA
Ballin' so low most fools couldn't price me
Silently stunt with a blunt full of P.E.
And I guess you know me
Been in NY so long, got Tri-State family
Especially Brooklyn, shout out to the Madi's
My bloodline runs deep
Nights, I don't sleep
Figure it's my pops keepin' me awake
Help me keep my mind out the clouds for reality
These motherfuckers can't fathom the wizardry
Slow-mo-brain, ass-backwards cowards
Take a shower, your attitude stinks
Wanna know what I think? (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
[Verse 3]
Hey, my mojo so dope, bitch
My mojo so dope
Yep, we live it, live it
Yeah, we on it, on it (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
Give a fuck about your lifestyle
Give a fuck about a motherfucker lifestyle, 'cause, ****
We, we live this shit
(Oh, oh-oh, oh)
Give a fuck about your lifestyle
Give a fuck about a motherfucker lifestyle, 'cause, **** (Hey)
[Verse 4]
I live through words, not metaphors
So I passed to be the rest of the freshmen
Playful tough talk, often the fave
Till I came like 'Pac art and said true things
A whole new legion of some ****
Aimin' high, past the idea of slanging
Praise Allah for keepin' me away, man
Lotta of my **** fell victim to the dope game
Somethings will never be the same
Wish that I could tell my brother
Something for some motivation to get him out that gutter
He's leavin' behind a family and a mother
[Verse 5]
Damn, you must understand
What I speak about in song, this how I really am
Yeah, this is how I really think
You can see what I see, yes, I really blink
Yes, I really drink, I really do rage
My demons out the cage 'bout most of the day
Before I became the age to even rage
I was drowning my sorrows with some O.E., ****
[Verse 6]
Hey, we live this shit
(Oh, oh-oh, oh)
Hey, my mojo so dope, bitch
My mojo so dope
Yep, we live it, live it
Yeah, we on it, on it (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
Give a fuck about your lifestyle
Give a fuck about a motherfucker lifestyle, 'cause, ****
We, we live this shit
(Oh, oh-oh, oh)
Give a fuck about your lifestyle
Give a fuck about a motherfucker lifestyle, 'cause, ****, yeah
Oh, oh (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
[Verse 7]
Give a fuck about your lifestyle
Give a fuck about your lifestyle, 'cause ****
We live this shit, hey (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
Give a fuck about your lifestyle
Give a fuck about your lifestyle, ****
Yeah
(Oh, oh-oh, oh) Here we go
On, and on, and on, and
On, and on, and on, and on, and
And we dream
On, and on, and on, and on, and (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
On, and on, and on, and on, and
On, and on, and on, and on, and
Written by: Anders Rhedin, Emile Haynie, Fridolin Tai Nordsø Schjoldan, Jannis N. Makrigiannis, Kid Cudi
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