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Here is Kid Cudi - Maniac (feat. Cage) Lyrics @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com
Yeah, I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but Yes, Ayy
[Cudi, Verse 1:] I am the maniac, I am the ghoul (the ghoul) I'm in the shadows in the corner of my room (my room) This my new hideaway, this is my tomb (tomb), this is my coffin This is my place for unrulingness, no worries I love the darkness, yeah, I'd like to marry it It is my cloak, it is my shield, it is my cape (cape) I love the dark, maybe we can make it darker (darker) Give me a marker
[Chrous:] I am a maniac I am a maniac I am a maniac (Ay) http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/10/kid-cudi-maniac-lyrics.html
[Cage, Verse 2:] I am the maniac, I am the fool I found a monster in me, when I lost my cool It lives inside of me, eatin' what's in it's way I put a black spray paint on my windows during the day I wanna spend time with it, I think I'm losin' it Or I found it and I'm usin' it, I wear my shades at night So, I can look at me a bit, so see something and nothing else If you can picture this, black holes in my jar lid I climb the wall, I'm too high now die from the fall Before the water is to our knees, we can't climb when the trees wash away And, you and I are the disease
[Chorus:] I am a maniac I am a maniac I am a maniac (Ay) I am a maniac I am a maniac I am a maniac
Christian Dior Denim Flow Lyrics by Kanye West Ft. Kid Cudi, Pusha T, John Legend, Lloyd Banks & Ryan Leslie @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com
[John Legend - Chorus] I got the World in my hands, the master plan But I don’t know why I keep calling Why I keep all of these girls at my shows They loving me but I don’t know why I keep calling Why I keep calling you
All the models to the floor right now All the models to the floor right now All the models to the floor right now All the models to the floor right now
[Kanye West] I’m in my Christian Dior with a Veronica Webb (?) she know Cecily Lopez Arlenis Sosa, Selita Ebanks If you work with my people, speak that Jourdan Dunn language Make a phone call, out to Joan Smalls I wonder how it feel to lower Stones walls Jessica Gomes, yall, I would damage her And see, uh Jessica Stam got the stamina I’m in the car with Leo and the Benz swerve I heard Bar was friends with Esti Ginzburg Coco Rocha, Kate Mimosa Alessandra Ambrosia, Anja Rubik, get Olga (?) tell her I’m very single Abbey Lee, too I’m a freak boo I’m wylin I’m on a thousand I wanna see Irina Shayk next to Doutzen.
[Chorus] I got the World in my hands, the master plan But I don’t know why I keep calling Why I keep all of these girls at my shows They loving me but I don’t know why I keep calling Why I keep calling you
[Kanye West] Christian Dior denim flow I told her I’m tryna eat out so what we going for dinner for http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/10/kanye-west-christian-dior-denim-flow.html
[Pusha T] Miami nights on the search for some T and A Tryna hide what’s obvious to see in me We conversate a bit about your DNA And my sandy coloured suits from the VMA’s Oh oyu was watching, who the f-ck wasn’t Me skip across that stage in 5 dozen Yeah 6 grand for a minutes time Italian vogue style a n-gga for a minute rhyme Lets be clear and lets be fair The best things in music’s being offered here Its a round table full of bosses here Still giving you it all like the coffins near
[Chorus] I got the World in my hands, the master plan But I don’t know why I keep calling Why I keep all of these girls at my shows They loving me but I don’t know why I keep calling Why I keep calling you
I got the World in my hands, the master plan But I don’t know why I keep calling Why I keep all of these girls at my shows They loving me but I don’t know why I keep calling Why I keep calling you
[Ryan Leslie] It’s time for a lesson in model behaviour Damn, look at all the bad b-tches I gave you Man I can see the flaws to your flavour Look like ownder woman and still need a saviour Maybe its a billionnaire maybe its the cocaine I done seen drugs and money run the whole game A good girl lost in the city life Agent Provocateur holding titties right
[Lloyd Banks] He ain’t Kraft material, champagne for cereal Shorty stole my heart, criminal, my lucky charm Efrock clothes and Lear shows, type kind of stuff we on Stuff all my problems in that bong and I’m puffin’ strong I been locked in my way of thinking, now my cuffs are gone Must’ve been the liquor talkin’, I’m beggin’ the cups, “C’mon” Might come off as irregular, I come in custom form T-G-I-F, GT breeze, my hustler’s poem My sound’s full-grown, reminds me of my favorite chronic (Kush) Ball like a SuperSonic, make the haters vomit (Uh) Nigga, make some money ‘fore you make a comment I meant to snap a while ago, but who knows where the time went? Prolly dime chicks, whips with a Diddy Now I’m back like a nine milli, grimy New York City See me clearly through the storm The world’s mine, sits pretty in my palm Sean Don as we continue on
[Chorus] I got the World in my hands, the master plan But I don’t know why I keep calling Why I keep all of these girls at my shows They loving me but I don’t know why I keep calling Why I keep calling you
[Kid Cudi] N-ggas think they know I’m the guy with the story They dont really know, It’s so air frickin women How can I be better? I could start with just the basics Dior, Dior, galore, I love the cut I seem to have forgotten that I’m off the nini To the people who dont know Cud’, know what? Rose gold presidential on my boney wrist Took my ma to Chanel, had her LC the stunner She got haters, some in the fam made us But they don’t really matter, we escape em with our paper “Hey ya”, I’m on my Andre 3000 I’m all good now, a n-gga don’t need no counseling Woke up in the room and my mojo was active Looks from the hoes that were more than likely passive Back when let me not reflect on the old sh-t I’m on to the new act, on to my new script B-tches better have they thoughts before approaching I done heard it all, baby, save it for them other n-ggas Do things all before living, haters, copy, I’m the image Haters, copy, I’m the image
(Kanye West) Party people in the place to be You are now in the midst of a real MC Throw your hands in the air if you real as me Oooooooooooh
(Kid Cudi) Are you? Ready to go? I know the city gettin’ ready for me I know the city gettin’ ready
(Kanye) Such an easy mornin’, we on a ride And I’m feelin’ smooth as the way the Benz drive Turn the radio down if they playin’ that bullshit They don’t want black people to think at trial He think he live
(Common) He think he live, he think he cold He think I’m high, I’m in thinker mode Eyes low’d, I let the skies hold the thoughts The streets are like the high road that I go across
(Kanye) I mean, my whole team ’bout to smash the streets The Phillip Lim remind them that it’s Fashion Week And the weather wasn’t barely hot Did I mention that the sweater was a Jeremy Scott? Did I mention G.O.O.D. Music, yeah, forever we hot Motherfucker, are you ready or not?
Are you? Ready to go? I know the city gettin’ ready for me I know the city gettin’ ready
Are you? Ready to go? I know the city gettin’ ready for me I know the city gettin’ ready
(This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop) (Can’t stop! Yooou can’t stop!) (This goes out to the allcore hip-hop) (Can’t stop! Yooou can’t stop!)
(Pusha T) As ‘Ye flips the piano The mood swings like the change of a channel He’s heating up like they wrapped him in flannel Sellin’ kilos through your iPod nano Cocaine vandal, I induct scandal Money drive you crazy, look at Marbury’s handle Vaseline face, reminiscent of my tires Ice cream paint job, somethin’ like Breyers Euro tank top, Dior inspired Sell it to you hard, no assembly required (Eyuck!) I’m 2012 in 2010 Which makes this a time machine, not just any Benz Floss for the members of the gang with 28 While haters wish death ‘pon me, that’s many men Yeah, and if you slaim you on your paper route Stop talkin’, motherfucker, pull your paper out
Are you? Ready to go? I know the city gettin’ ready for me I know the city gettin’ ready
Are you? Ready to go? I know the city gettin’ ready for me I know the city gettin’ ready
(Big Sean)
Now tell me, do it feel good? Well, all right Don’t worry, we gon’ be here all night And you know a nigga rep that Westside (Westside!) Westside, Westside! So te-te-tell who the freshest of ‘em all? They claimin’ that they fresh, they ain’t fresher than my balls A nigga seen the fresh like I’m headed to the fall MC hunting season, putting heads up on the wall I sneak peeked ahead while we headed to the loft Man, I always thought with the head inside my drawers I guess that’s why in school, my grades went from As to Bs to Cs All over double Ds, I be absent all week This is for my niggas, all the ones I ride for Man, that’s the fam, we let ‘em in through the side door Hold on: That’s the girl you gave a wedding ring? Man, me and my niggas nutted on her everything
(Charlie Wilson)
And let me hear you say ahhhh Va-va-va-va-va-va Va-va-va-va-va-va
Let me hear you say ahhhh Va-va-va-va-va-va Va-va-va-va-va-va
(Kanye)
Ay, we promised
Now put your hands up to the sky Until the day in that we die And we’ll be here all evenin’ G.O.O.D. Fridays, I hope you have a nice weekend
Are you? Ready to go? I know the city gettin’ ready for me I know the city gettin’ ready
Are you? Ready to go? I know the city gettin’ ready for me I know the city gettin’ ready
Are you? Ready to go? I know the city gettin’ ready for me I know the city gettin’ ready
Are you? Ready to go? I know the city gettin’ ready for me I know the city gettin’ ready
Are you? Ready to go? I know the city gettin’ ready for me I know the city gettin’ ready
I know the city gettin’ ready for me I know the city gettin’ ready
(Kanye West) Party people in the place to be You are now in the midst of a real MC Throw your hands in the air if you real as me Oooooooooooh
(Kid Cudi) Are you? Ready to go? I know the city gettin’ ready for me I know the city gettin’ ready
(Kanye) Such an easy mornin’, we on a ride And I’m feelin’ smooth as the way the Benz drive Turn the radio down if they playin’ that bullshit They don’t want black people to think at trial He think he live
(Common) He think he live, he think he cold He think I’m high, I’m in thinker mode Eyes low’d, I let the skies hold the thoughts The streets are like the high road that I go across
(Kanye) I mean, my whole team ’bout to smash the streets The Phillip Lim remind them that it’s Fashion Week And the weather wasn’t barely hot Did I mention that the sweater was a Jeremy Scott? Did I mention G.O.O.D. Music, yeah, forever we hot Motherfucker, are you ready or not?
Are you? Ready to go? I know the city gettin’ ready for me I know the city gettin’ ready
Are you? Ready to go? I know the city gettin’ ready for me I know the city gettin’ ready
(This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop) (Can’t stop! Yooou can’t stop!) (This goes out to the allcore hip-hop) (Can’t stop! Yooou can’t stop!)
(Pusha T) As ‘Ye flips the piano The mood swings like the change of a channel He’s heating up like they wrapped him in flannel Sellin’ kilos through your iPod nano Cocaine vandal, I induct scandal Money drive you crazy, look at Marbury’s handle Vaseline face, reminiscent of my tires Ice cream paint job, somethin’ like Breyers Euro tank top, Dior inspired Sell it to you hard, no assembly required (Eyuck!) I’m 2012 in 2010 Which makes this a time machine, not just any Benz Floss for the members of the gang with 28 While haters wish death ‘pon me, that’s many men Yeah, and if you slaim you on your paper route Stop talkin’, motherfucker, pull your paper out
Are you? Ready to go? I know the city gettin’ ready for me I know the city gettin’ ready
Are you? Ready to go? I know the city gettin’ ready for me I know the city gettin’ ready
(Big Sean)
Now tell me, do it feel good? Well, all right Don’t worry, we gon’ be here all night And you know a nigga rep that Westside (Westside!) Westside, Westside! So te-te-tell who the freshest of ‘em all? They claimin’ that they fresh, they ain’t fresher than my balls A nigga seen the fresh like I’m headed to the fall MC hunting season, putting heads up on the wall I sneak peeked ahead while we headed to the loft Man, I always thought with the head inside my drawers I guess that’s why in school, my grades went from As to Bs to Cs All over double Ds, I be absent all week This is for my niggas, all the ones I ride for Man, that’s the fam, we let ‘em in through the side door Hold on: That’s the girl you gave a wedding ring? Man, me and my niggas nutted on her everything
(Charlie Wilson)
And let me hear you say ahhhh Va-va-va-va-va-va Va-va-va-va-va-va
Let me hear you say ahhhh Va-va-va-va-va-va Va-va-va-va-va-va
(Kanye)
Ay, we promised
Now put your hands up to the sky Until the day in that we die And we’ll be here all evenin’ G.O.O.D. Fridays, I hope you have a nice weekend
Are you? Ready to go? I know the city gettin’ ready for me I know the city gettin’ ready
Are you? Ready to go? I know the city gettin’ ready for me I know the city gettin’ ready
Are you? Ready to go? I know the city gettin’ ready for me I know the city gettin’ ready
Are you? Ready to go? I know the city gettin’ ready for me I know the city gettin’ ready
Are you? Ready to go? I know the city gettin’ ready for me I know the city gettin’ ready
I know the city gettin’ ready for me I know the city gettin’ ready
Vizzy Zone Lyrics by XV feat. Kid Cudi @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com
[XV] 3.30 in the mornin’ Wait is it 3.30 or 4.30? Different timezones you know hahah, yeah Vizzy, Zone Its been a minute But you know we finally made it so I welcome y’all to the zone
[XV - Verse 1] Uhh Headphones blearing loud I’m in my zone right now Got a city on my back that I toll with brown Every city that Vizzy got to go around And ohh how I hate it cuz this scenes Just make me jaded niggas hatin’ I can taste it Like Mmm thats my favorite give me 2 of those I been out here doin’ shows I remember when I couldn’t even fill the first two rows I thought I was bout to blow Guess I didn’t go to bed City of the Lost Boys They be acting so pretend Niggas throw their Deuces “Christ” Cuz they gon be my Foe again I’m behind that super ten And somehow they know it’s him How can someone so unsocial be so social I’m way to out-of-here to be so local Mom tries tellin’ me keep your Praise on And you’ll get love at the end like my first name was Face-On I don’t wanna grow old writing rhymes in Crayon I’m so gone I’m looking for my house on my way home http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/09/xv-feat-kid-cudi-vizzy-zone-lyrics.html
[Kid Cudi - Chorus] In my mind it sounds like Ooo oo ooo When I guard it feels like Ooo oo oooo And when I’m Zone I’m feelin alright, feelin alright, feelin alright And when I Zone I’m feelin alright, feelin alright, forget about it all
[XV - Verse 2] Yeah You plan to win when till the score changes Runnin round ta figure out how to get out your maze sometimes I board planes with no destination You should try an play it we call it Board/Bored games And when you this fly you don’t think what to fall on so I roam with no minutes where do I even call home No wonder I left this crazy planet yall long Life’s like amusement parks and misses my themes songs Don’t forget about Me, Miley, Wayne, Wall I do this for Kansas so yo know Ima brain yall dont get scared when you see those Red Trees talk and Toys walk That just means that we are
[Kid Cudi - Chorus] In my mind it sounds like Ooo oo ooo When I guard it feels like Ooo oo oooo And when I’m Zone I’m feelin alright, feelin alright, feelin alright And when I Zone I’m feelin alright, feelin alright, forget about it all
Just like a go-go-go-ghost Watch me go-go-go-ghost
Now I'm gone in your photograph I bet you wish you could get me back Now I'm stuck in your memory A mistaken identity
What's her name? What's she like? Does she know that you'll never treat her right?
What's her name? What's she like? Do you leave her in the middle of the night?
You act like you just saw a ghost I watch you getting way too close Now I know why you're never there Now I know so it's my turn to disappear You act like you just saw a ghost I caught you (Caught you) Now I know Now I know why you're never there Now it's my turn, watch me disappear Just like a go-go-go-ghost Watch me go-go-go-ghost
The only gift that you ever gave Was that you let me just get away I hope I haunt you in every dream And you feel a little misery
What's her name? What's she like? I should warn her that you'll never do her right
All your games All your lies I need to tell her maybe I can change her mind
You act like you just saw a ghost I watch you getting way too close Now I know why you're never there Now I know so it's my turn to disappear You act like you just saw a ghost I caught you (Caught you) Now I know Now I know why you're never there (Never there) Now it's my turn, watch me disappear Just like a go-go-go-ghost Watch me go-go-go-ghost
Just like a go-go-go-ghost Watch me go-go-go-ghost
Now you see me Now you don't You must've thought I'd never go Thanks to you I'm taking back my soul
You act like you just saw a ghost I watch you getting way too close Now I know why you're never there (Never there) Now I know so it's my turn to disappear (Disappear) You act like you just saw a ghost I caught you (Caught you) Now I know Now I know why you're never there (Never there) Now it's my turn, watch me disappear Just like a go-go-go-ghost Watch me go-go-go-ghost
Just like a go-go-go-ghost Watch me go-go-go-ghost Just like a go-go-go-ghost Watch me go-go-go-ghost Just like a go-go-go-ghost Watch me go-go-go-ghost
