Kid Cudi

Little homie, in the room
(In, in the room)
Boy on the moon
Had, (had) no one
No one to hang out with
Talk that shit to just my little homies
One year younger din' get where I was going
Took a turn to the worse when my father left me lonely
Lonely in my room I (I) mean me up on the moon
Entertained myself, laughed at myself
As I grew to be a teen I disguised myself
At the lowest self-esteem, especially with the girls
Tried out every sport just to impress all the girls
Instead of all the ladies, 'cuz they talk down
I was too artsy, known to be a clown
And know my Facebook pop it
'Cuz I told the same girls I would be the hot shit
One day…
This will be my world
(I told you so)
This will be my world
(I told you so)
This will be my world
(I told you so)
This will be my world
Yeah
Big homie, made the move
(Made, made the move)
Flew off the moon
Still had (had) no one
No one to hang out with
Talk that shit to just my Brooklyn niggas
All I would wonder is when will my time come
Had mad jobs and I lost damn near all of them