Goodbye - Intellectual

[Intro: 2Pac]

Everything starts from now

You're crazy, man

You know what?

When you said that last time, I was kinda trippin', right?

But now, you're right. I am crazy

But you know what else? I don't give a fuck

I don't give a fuck about myself

You remember that, motherfucker

Cause I'm the one y'all need to be worried about

[Verse 1: Kid Cudi]

You knowin' I'm vicious

Daddy home niggas ain't doing the dishes

What is this?

For years I've been feelin' suspicious

Bout certain niggas motives and morals

And such, and like that

I done landed the ship

Parallel parked in the park in the dark

Don't be concerned if I'm makin' a grip

Own half of my masters, so muthafuck you bastards

Clones all a fuckin' round

When I step on the scene don't hear a sound

What more could I do?

So much, too much

The Chosen One has said stand up, be proud of you

And I'm here, no fear

Been hearin' all the calls, the chants, the cheers

We're clear

When I'm leavin' the show

You knew I was gon' be back to go yam on these hoes

[Hook: Kid Cudi]

I hear the madness

I pray I lean towards the light, ya know?

I'm just livin'

Tryna stay outta' trouble, minding my own

The angels they protect me from the horror in my dome

I don't wanna have to tell you again friend

Please, leave a real nigga alone

[Bridge: Roger Waters]

Goodbye cruel world

I'm leaving you today

Goodbye, goodbye

[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]

Psych ya mind, who hit'cha?

Thought I would be dead

Yeah, I figured

Nah, I'll be pullin' the trigger

Until then I'm coastin', roastin', leavin' you ghostin'

Now, Check the approach

Finesse, the best, hittin' reps

Sets, gains

Call me whatever you like

But remember one thing

Forever no matter what, I reign

We don't care about your money

You corny on and off the cob

A shame, A1 lame

A cover-up, you got no personality

Hide behind your wealth to hide oneself, sad

The shit is so twilight zone

Batman left Gotham now shits all wrong

Jokes on you Luke

Here is the Demolition Man

A nigga got a plan and I gotta

Get 'em one by one, two by two

The kids need the guidance

That real life

All in bitch you know my face

My name

The style

The catalog

Ahhhh

Cud Life the number one one

Cud Life the number one, one

Under the sun

The Chosen

Fucker