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
, what?) I think I'm first but surely finish last, last 'Cause day 'n' nite The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at nite He's all alone through the day
'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
Simple as that for your simple ass Ask about that pretty simple man I'm dreaming on good for a sicker plan Sicker than any other nigga could be thinking
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
This is the story of a young man Who not only believed in himself but his dreams too This is the story of 'The Man On The Moon'
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
moon shines I become alive, yeah And everytime, the moon shines I become alive, yeah [Verse 2:] I'm a beast in the night I'm on the prowl and I'm hoping
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
igloo Cold, cold world wasn't fit for me at all Look at where I stand at tall Clutchin' my Kid Cudi bizzalls Mute muthafuckas back home quick pause Gargle on
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
opposite of Cancun Where it is never sunny, the dark side of the moon So it's more than life, I try to shed some light on a man Not many people of this
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
Little homie in the room in, in the room Boy on the moon Had, had no, no one, no one to hang out with Talk that shit to just my little homies One year
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
