Kid Cudi – Just What I Am (Guitar)

          C                       G
I'm just what you made God — not many I trust

        D                      Em
I'ma go my own way God, take my fate to wherever you want

        C                         G
I'm out here, on my son, won't stop 'til I get me some

        D                         Em
Club-hoppin', tryna get me some, bad bitches wanna get me sprung

        C                        G
Early in the morning, I'm wakin', bakin', drinkin', contemplatin'

         D                         Em
Ain't no such thing as Satan, evil is what you make it

         C
Thank the Lord for that burning bush

         G
That big body Benz I was born to push

          D                        Em
On my way I'm burning kush, nigga don't be worried 'bout us

           C                       G
Neighbors knockin' on the door, asking can we turn it down

         D                         Em
I say, "Ain't no music on", she said, "No, that weed is loud"

         C                         G
Nigga, we ballin', straight swaggin', lost Hawk, but I'm maintainin'

          D                        Em
I've been told that I'm amazing, make sure keep that fire blazin', we livin'

 C  G      D
I need smoke

 C  G      D
I need to smoke

     C        G
I wanna get high y'all

     D        Em
I wanna get high y'all

     C         G
Need it need it to get by y'all

     D         Em
Can you get me high y'all?

     C         G
I wanna get high y'all

     D         Em
I wanna get high y'all

     C         G
Need it need it to get by y'all

     D         Em
Can you get me high y'all?

     C                           G
I'm just what you made God, just what you made God (Nee-need it)

      D                            Em
I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made

         C                         G
(Nee-need it) I'm just what you made God

         D                         Em
I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made God

        C                             G
Let me tell you ‘bout my month y'all, in the shop and I had a ball

       D                           Em
I had to ball for therapy, my shrink don’t think that helps at all

       C                        G
Whatever, that man ain’t wearing these leather pants

       D                        Em
I diagnose my damn self, these damn pills ain’t working fam

       C                      G
I- In my spare time, punching walls, fucking up my hand

       D                           Em
I know that shit sound super cray but if you had my life you’d understand

       C                           G
But, I can’t fold, some poor soul got it way worse

       D
We’re all troubled, in a world in trouble

       Em
It’s scary to have a kid walk this Earth

       C                          G
I’m what you made God, fuck yes I’m so odd

       D                         Em
Thinking 'bout all my old friends who weren’t my friends all along

       C                           G
Hm, when it rains it pours, whiskey bottles on the sinks and floors

        D                         Em
Everyday to find sane’s a chore, amidst a dream with no exit doors

 C G      D
I need smoke

 C G      D
I need to smoke

   C          G
I wanna get high y'all

   D          Em
I wanna get high y'all

   C          G
Need it need it to get by y'all

   D          Em
Can you get me high y'all?

   C           G
I wanna get high y'all

   D           Em
I wanna get high y'all

   C           G
Need it need it to get by y'all

   D            Em
Can you get me high y'all?

   C                            G
I'm just what you made God, just what you made God (Nee-need it)

   D                           Em
I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made

       C                        G
(Nee-need it) I'm just what you made God

      D                           Em
I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made God