Cudi Get

(album: A Kid Named Cudi - 2008)

Gimme more, uh, uhh
C'mon feel the noise, don't stop the boys,
They get wild wild wild, wild wild wild

Step it up, let your neck snap back,
Uh, saddle up baby-girl put your hair back,
Hurry up, barkeep, keep the brew coming,
Trying to drank 'till my back start slumping,
Like old man, live by the old rules,
Fought all the steps infront of the old fools,
Got me nowhere, nigga, it's a different time,
Fuck '08, niggas thinking '09,
I take a look behind,
Niggas can't form a line,
Like Kindergarten waiting for the water fountain,
Standing up, said, arms crossed, pouting,
Scott Mescudi, boys they was doubting him,
'Till they Googled me and found that Imeem,
They love a dooder, they love me I mean,
I can't believe how I had a dream of Martin King,
But they ain't taking me out on no balcony.

(Feel the noise, don't stop the boys,
They battle-ow-ow, wow-wow-wow)

Stand up, put your arms to the cieling man,
Show skin, baby-girl, yeah, I'm a fan,
Won't do you wrong, like a pushover,
See Cudi riding through, better pull over,
Like I got blue, red lights shining 'round,
But if I see the man, slowly put the club down,
"How you doing Officer? Nice moustache",
Dunkin Donut eating muthafuckas hating, damn(?),
I get my speed-racer on,
Playing ray-cash, get my Cleveland city on,
Brooklyn to Cali, jet-lagged and all,
There's still enough time to hit the mall,
Shit, one wish when I'm deceased,
Bury me in 501 and 10 deep,
And please keep the bapes on the feet,
So I can watch the devil ice-grill me,
Haha, yeah, how you like a nigga now?,
I'm it like the clown,
And Cudi get (Wild wild wild)
I get (Wild wild wild)
Back, back up in the mix like that,
How y'all feel?,
How y'all feel?,
Y'all a'ight?,
That's right,
And it's like that Plain-Pat,
Holla at me.