Released October 2, 2012, this was the first track released off of Kid Cudi’s studio album, Indicud. The song is produced by Cudi himself. The title is an allusion to Exodus 3:14 where God tells Moses “I am… Read More [Verse 1: King Chip] I'm just what you made, God, not many I trust I'ma go my own way, God, take my fate to wherever you want I'm out here, on my son, won't stop 'til I get me some Club-hoppin', tryna get me some, bad bitches wanna get me sprung Early in the morning, I'm wakin', bakin', drinkin', contemplatin' Ain't no such thing as Satan, evil is what you make it Thank the Lord for that burning bush That big body Benz I was born to push On my way I'm burning kush, nigga, don't be worried 'bout us Neighbors knockin' on the door, asking can we turn it down I say, "Ain't no music on", she said, "Nah, that weed is loud" Nigga, we ballin', straight swaggin', lost Hawk, but I'm maintainin' I've been told that I'm amazing, make sure keep that fire blazin', we livin' [Chorus: Kid Cudi] I (I need) need smoke (Oh, oh, oh, I need) I (I need) need to smoke Who gon' hold me down now? I-I wanna get high y'all (Woah) I-I wanna get high y'all Nee-need it, need it to get by y'all (Woah, yeah) Can you get me high y'all? (Hey) I-I wanna get high y'all I-I-I wanna get high y'all Nee-need it, need it to get by y'all Can you get me high y'all? (Hey) [Post-Chorus: Kid Cudi] I'm just what you made, God, just what you made, God (Nee-need it) I'm just what you made, God, I'm just what you made (Nee-nee-need it) I'm just what you made, God I'm just what you made, God, I'm just what you made, (Mmm) [Verse 2: Kid Cudi] Let me tell you 'bout my month y'all Endless shopping, I had a ball I had to ball for therapy, my shrink don't think that helps at all Whatever, that man ain't wearing these leather pants I diagnose my damn self, these damn pills ain't working fam In-In my spare time, punching walls, fucking up my hand I know that shit sound super cray, but if you had my life you'd understand But, I can't fold, some poor soul got it way worse We're all troubled in a world of trouble It's scary to have a kid walk this Earth I'm what you made, God, fuck yes, I'm so odd Thinking 'bout all my old friends who weren't my friends all along Hm, when it rains it pours, whiskey bottles on the sinks and floors Every day to find sane's a chore, amidst a dream with no exit doors [Chorus: Kid Cudi] I (I need) need smoke (Oh, oh, oh, I need) I (I need) need to smoke Who gon' hold me down now? I-I wanna get high y'all (Woah) I-I wanna get high y'all Nee-need it, need it to get by y'all (Woah, yeah) Can you get me high y'all? (Hey) I-I wanna get high y'all I-I-I wanna get high y'all Nee-need it, need it to get by y'all Can you get me high y'all? (Hey) [Post-Chorus: Kid Cudi] I'm just what you made, God, just what you made, God (Nee-need it) I'm just what you made, God, I'm just what you made (Nee-nee-need it) I'm just what you made, God I'm just what you made, God, I'm just what you made (Mmm) [Outro: Kid Cudi] Nee-need it to get by y'all Willy