That was real shit early this morning. I’m alone in this world, yeh, I got a couple ride or die niggas. But, at the end of the day no one gives a fuck about you, no one gives a fuck about your success.
My “confidence” is a front.
My self-esteem is actually low.
I’ve always felt like “the ugly duckling”
I’ve never felt welcomed within my peers.
It’s 6:51am, and I’m already wishing today would end.
It’s 6:51…bout that time to put on my mask, let the acting begin.
These are feelings I have on the daily.
These are feelings I keep to myself.
Feelings I try to drown with liquor.
Feelings I try to forget with drugs.
I smile in front of bitches, sweet talk em.
I smile in front of bitches; just a game I play to feel wanted, needed.
Sometimes I pray that letting go of my ol’ girl doesn’t come back to haunt me, she was everything to me.
50 Ways to Make a Record-Kid Cudi
10 REASONS YE SHOULD BE THE NEW CREATIVE DIRECTOR..
cant tell me nothing…
john fucking mayer
Embrace the Martian-Kid Cudi
Cooked a dope ass breakfast, Ion even want the shit though.
having mixed feelings about Chevy’s mixtape, ‘The Cookout’. Feels like Wiz wrote all the lyrics, then again; im only 4 tracks in.