Just What I Am Uke tab by Kid Cudi

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[Verse 1: King Chip]
C C G G
I'm just what you made God — not many I trust
D D Em Em
I'ma go my own way God, take my fate to wherever you want
C C G G
I'm out here, on my son, won't stop 'til I get me some
D D Em Em
Club-hoppin', tryna get me some, bad bitches wanna get me sprung
C C G G
Early in the morning, I'm wakin', bakin', drinkin', contemplatin'
D D Em Em
Ain't no such thing as Satan, evil is what you make it
C C
Thank the Lord for that burning bush
G G
That big body Benz I was born to push
D D Em Em
On my way I'm burning kush, nigga don't be worried 'bout us
C C G G
Neighbors knockin' on the door, asking can we turn it down
D D Em Em
I say, "Ain't no music on", she said, "No, that weed is loud"
C C G G
Nigga, we ballin', straight swaggin', lost Hawk, but I'm maintainin'
D D Em Em
I've been told that I'm amazing, make sure keep that fire blazin', we livin'


[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
C C G G D D
I need smoke
C C G G D D
I need to smoke

Who gon' hold me down now?
C C G G
I wanna get high y'all
D D Em Em
I wanna get high y'all
C C G G
Need it need it to get by y'all
D D Em Em
Can you get me high y'all?
C C G G
I wanna get high y'all
D D Em Em
I wanna get high y'all
C C G G
Need it need it to get by y'all
D D Em Em
Can you get me high y'all?


[Post-Chorus: Kid Cudi]
C C G G
I'm just what you made God, just what you made God (Nee-need it)
D D Em Em
I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made
C C G G
(Nee-need it) I'm just what you made God
D D Em Em
I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made God


[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
C C G G
Let me tell you ‘bout my month y'all, in the shop and I had a ball
D D Em Em
I had to ball for therapy, my shrink don’t think that helps at all
C C G G
Whatever, that man ain’t wearing these leather pants
D D Em Em
I diagnose my damn self, these damn pills ain’t working fam
C C G G
I- In my spare time, punching walls, fucking up my hand
D D Em Em
I know that shit sound super cray but if you had my life you’d understand
C C G G
But, I can’t fold, some poor soul got it way worse
D D
We’re all troubled, in a world in trouble
Em Em
It’s scary to have a kid walk this Earth
C C G G
I’m what you made God, fuck yes I’m so odd
D D Em Em
Thinking 'bout all my old friends who weren’t my friends all along
C C G G
Hm, when it rains it pours, whiskey bottles on the sinks and floors
D D Em Em
Everyday to find sane’s a chore, amidst a dream with no exit doors


[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
C C G G D D
I need smoke
C C G G D D
I need to smoke

Who gon' hold me down now?
C C G G
I wanna get high y'all
D D Em Em
I wanna get high y'all
C C G G
Need it need it to get by y'all
D D Em Em
Can you get me high y'all?
C C G G
I wanna get high y'all
D D Em Em
I wanna get high y'all
C C G G
Need it need it to get by y'all
D D Em Em
Can you get me high y'all?


[Post-Chorus: Kid Cudi]
C C G G
I'm just what you made God, just what you made God (Nee-need it)
D D Em Em
I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made
C C G G
(Nee-need it) I'm just what you made God
D D Em Em
I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made God


[Outro]

Need it to get by, ya

Willy

 

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