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Kid Cudi Man On The Moon The End Of Day

night, through the day She blamed it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol She had her hair did, it was bound to fall Down, down for a damn, Cudi already said it A poker face book I already read it But man

'm on the pursuit of happiness, and I know Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold Hey, I'll be fine once I get it, I'll be good I'm on the

you in hell At the end of the day, day my momma told me Don't let no one break me, let no one break me At end of the day, day, nobody, nobody Ever could

because your voice is angeles (aye), I want to kiss you on your space below your naval-et, the taste that you keep neat, so moist like... towlet, this will mark the day

ever end? Still I feel my path narrow I run again See happiness is gone again And then you see 'em gray clouds up above, man Metaphor to my life, man

mouth before I fuck it Ha, my jokes they will love it If I'm seen on the scene with my slim cut jeans More than likely I am fadin' man Doin' other shit

and away 'Cause in the end they'll judge me anyway, so whatever Whatever So whatever Whatever So whatever The end is never the end, a new challenge awaits A test no man

nigga like me be so gone Eyes so low that a nigga gotta throw his locs on Wonder what them folks on? That's what they be asking Dumb kush we smokes on