Artist: Kid Cudi
Song: Soundtrack 2 my life
Album: Man on the Moon: The End of Day
Intro:
I got 99 problems, and they all b-tches
Wish I was Jigga man, care free livin'
But I'm not shawn, or Martin Louis
I’m that Cleveland n-gga, rollin' with them Brooklyn boy
You know how it be when you start living large
I control my own life, Charles was never in charge
No sitcom could teach Scott about the dram'
Or even explain the troubles that haunted my mom
On Christmas time, my mom Christmas grind
Got most of what I wanted, how’d you do it mom
Huh, she copped the toys I would play with in my
Room by myself, why he by himself
He got two older brothers, one hood one good
An independent older sister kept me fly when she could
But they all didn’t see
The little bit of sadness in me, Scotty
Chorus:
I've got some issues that nobody can see
And all of these emotions are pourin' outta me
I bring them to the light for you, it's only right
This is the soundtrack to my life
The soundtrack to my life, oh
I super paranoid, like a sixth sense
Since my father died, I ain’t been right since
And I tried to piece the puzzle of the universe
Split an eighth of shrooms just so I can see the universe
I try to think about myself as a sacrifice
Just to show the kids they ain’t the only ones up tonite
The moon will illuminate my room and soon I’m consumed by my doom
Once upon a time, nobody gave a f-ck
It’s all said and done and my cocks been sucked
So now I'm in the cut, alcohol in the womb
My hearts an open sword, and hope it heals soon
I live in a cocoon opposite of Cancun
Where it is never sunny, the dark side of the moon
So its moving right, I try to shed some light on the man
Not many people of this planet understand
Chorus
I was close to go an try some coke
And a happy ending would be slitting my throat
Ignorance the coke man, ignorance is bliss
Ignorance is love and I need that sh-t
If I never did shows then I’ll prol' be a myth
And if I cared about the blogs, then I’d probably be a jackass
Don’t give a sh-t what people talk about fam'
Haters shake my hand but I keep the sanitizer on deck
Hope I really get to see thirty
Wanna settle down, stop being so flirty
Most of the clean faces be the most dirty
I just need a thorough bread, cook when I’m hungry
Ass all chunky, brain is insanity
Only things that calm me down, p-ssy is some cali treat
And I get both, never truly satisfied
I am happy, that's just the saddest lie
Chorus
To my life, to my life (uh huh yeah)
To my life, to my life (uh huh yeah)
To my life, to my life (uh huh yeah)
to my life, to my life (uh huh yeah)