Moving without moving. Pure crush groovin’
Right on track, right on and I’m back
Rap ex-lax, yeah I be pooing on ‘em
Damn right, Mr Cudi he be dippin’ on ‘em
Say it loud, you all want the new new
Explorer like Dora
Thats how I got a clue too
So fucking underground, barely on Youtube
Till Day N Nite now they al got a clue who
Took me a minute man, took me a while
Hard headed nigga, ever since I was wild a child
But my ambitions made bitches beg for intentions
DJ’s unmixing they mixes just to toss in some cudder
And I tried to tell my mother, but she aint understand
Figure I’m some other
But see my mommy ain't a fronter
So nowadays she calls me a bad motherfucker
[Hook]
And, just when it seemed that the game is hopeless
We arranged some things for a dose of dopeness
I, I do, what I do
And, I, I do, what I do
And, just when it seemed that the game is hopeless
We arranged some things for a dose of dopeness
I, I do, what I do
And, I, I do, what I do
Do my little dance
Sippin’ out of cup
All my people in the back
My people in the front
I, I do, What I do
And, I, I do, what I do, do
Do my little dance
Sippin’ outta cup
Pulling up my pants
She come walkin’ up
And I’m like..
I, I do, What I do
And, I, I do, what I do, do
Wooooooo, Nigga!
Y’all motherfuckers need to understand the fuckin’ game
Shit ain’t gon’ change unless a motherfucker come in this shit, switch it up
Niggas need to open they fuckin’ minds, Nigga!
Cause this is some shit, that Ya’ll niggas ain’t ready for
Movin’ without movin’
Pure Crush Groovin’
Right on track, right on and I’m back
You make songs about some new dances
I make songs ’bout the black man advancements
I’m talkin’ classic homie
I’m talkin’ monumental
And I don’t need much
But Dot instrumentals
That’s how I lay the stencil
Me smilin’ up out the window
I’m in the leaner dome
That’s my crib on the moon
And I’m livin’ in hotel rooms
In the mirror, laughing at my crooked tooth
How a nigga eat, is how a nigga speak
And how a nigga live, is sacrifice what’s big
And I’mma say it right before the hook
Maybe in due time, Pimpin’, I’ma write a book
But now I’ma play my Andre 3000
And dream about an island wit’ model girls eyein’
Um, Hello…
Hey Baby…
Um…yeah
Some people call me CuDi
Some people call me Scott
It don’t matter what you want to call me, as long as you call me something
As long as you call me, Baby
But Umm
You know
You seem real pretty
And I ain’t talkin’ bout how you look
I’m talkin’ bout your vibe
Your vibe is pretty
I’m pretty hungry
You wanna get something to eat
Sip on something
Where we going?
The moon.
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