Lord Of The Sad And Lonely lyrics - Kid Cudi

[Kid Cudi]

(Lord of the Sad and Lonely)

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 an pop this pill

I say 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 give 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 precinct, 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 ones 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

[Hook:]

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

[Verse 2]

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 stunting and it's all mine

Shitting on these nigga sipping on some Swiss Kriss

I got jewelry that is sitting on my sick wrist

My liver fucking up my floor, see I'm getting pissed

Work too damn hard here for the shenanigans

Don't hang around bums

And that's how I went fe fi fo fum

Haters are doing dumb things

No fun, no jokes, no smile

Just a grin that suggest I'm the best

Living like I got a motherfucking pump on my left

At all times

So many kids live their life through my rhymes

See I'm in love with you all to the end

When shit was dark for me you were my only friends

On the realer

So smoke some tree for your nigga

Ain't nobody got my bounce, know my juicy ounce

Walk in rooms and fuckboys close their mouth

The Cud life, you know what we about

Lord of the Sad and Lonely