I don’t love who I am so I’m workin’ on a fix
I don’t need a bitch trying to tear my mind on my grip
If I had one wish it’d be to have more wishes, duh
Fuck tryna make it rhyme throw them stones, with your bitch ass
Cutting me deep and even though I bleed I stand alone
Alone I’ll be, heart of a lion still shining on your sucka ass
Workin’, workin’, workin’, for inner peace
Fightin’ for the freedom of my soul, I can hear the speech
Yeah I mumble while I’m trippin on so many pills
Hah, they figured that, they know I’m ill
Kid Cudi – Creepers [from Kanye West Presents Good Music Cruel Summer]