Dear KiD CuDi I'm Bobby Mash, I
Come from a place where I lived in Pax, I
Used to burn blunts with my crew way back,
I'd sell'em all dubs and I'd just relax, I was

Just like you when you lived in the ends, O-
-D with the drugs and I lost my friends,
I hadda getaway and so I moved out west but I
Fell right back into that mess again, I

Sat in my room and rocked man on the moon cuz I
Thought if you knew that i was like you too that we could
All get along and rock out to your tunes with a
Pretty ass dime and her wife beater too,

Plastic deals in that drink you nurse, Scott
I'm tired of the girls who don't see me on earth,
Make me a star, leave the shade for the birds,
I can leave these bars, but never this curse, I

Imagine all the time, shit it's all that I do, I
Imagine being dead, what does that mean, to you? Am I
Just a waste of space? Inside of your brain?
Solo dolo livin get me out of this cage, I

Wish I could escape, these
Are my darkest days,
I could use a hand, for the
Hell that I raise, I

Know we are the same, Scott, I'm writing you this page,
Please embrace the martian and the demons I face

My world is on fire and no one can save me but you,
Wi-cked what desire will make stoners like us both do,
I think that I will just leave this planet like you,
I cannot stand it I need to leave this place soon,

Oh yes I do,

Scott, I... feel like the man on the moon,
Scott, I... I am the man on the moon, like you

This song is dedicated to KiD CuDi... wherever you are... now... I'm good!

Yep, yeppers, smile if the roach is burning,
I am a vegan but I'll kill a snake if snakes are lurkin',
I've had problems, I've got issues, I'd
Trade all of them in and display them behind windows, so

You could see me, and
You could judge me,
You will determine if
Anybody wants me,

I do have value, though
I'm a weirdo,
Save me Scott Mesc, dude, I'm
Not a fuckin zero!

You're my favorite rapper and I
Need your fuckin help,
Save me from the fate that I've
Bestowed upon myself,

Pull me from this hell, it's
Lonely in this space, I'm
Fin to roll a dutch and blow a
Shotgun to my face,

I can smell her sittin, I
Found her with great ease,
Said she's down for trickin' so she
Got down on her knees, I'm

Fin to poker face,
Hide all these emotions, I'm
Floating on a cloud I split my
Cranium wide open

What a wicked game we've played,
I wish my life would change,
So I could be just like you,
I just need help my dude

What a wicked track this is,
I've been so god damn lit,
I hope that you hear this shit,
Cous you can save this kid,

Scott, I... I am the man on the moon,
Scott, I... I am the man on the moon,

With you

Near the end of the first twenty years into the new millenium, I heard a voice. A voice which had been speaking to me from another world for quite awhile. A voice which spoke of sadness and hope never before unraveled so creatively and dope. This was the voice of a young man who not only believed in his dreams, but in himself too.

Soon after entering the most eery and unstable part of my adventure, that voice disappeared and left me a naked target. I was cannonaded by all the terrors of the night. This is the beginning of my journey, a chapter to something new. Now I need help from you, Scott. You were the first... man... on the moon.

You're gonna love me, Scott! You're gonna love me, Scott.

MOTM3

Man On The Moon II ((Wicked))

Man on The Moon Part II ((Wicked))

https://soundcloud.com/kidmashedpotatoes

I work on fruity loops

Throwing SOMETHING out there is better than throwing nothing out there at all. I have a lottery ticket in music with this. Sure, my numbers might be shit... might be 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and you might be rocking 11, 23, 25, 30, 34 but HEY... at least I've got numbers, and that means I've got a chance. If anyone of value/high importance sees anything I've ever made and notices any slither of potential within anything I have posted on here......... I win. I'm in. Right? If anyone famous likes what I do, they could make me famous too. It's either THISSSSSSSSSSS and a chance at a fabulous fucking happy sadness-free girlfriend-all-the-time money-in-da-bank lifestyle....... or, I could just keep serving tables and be boring and not try at anything at all and be just like everyone else who gave up on their dreams.

MOST of my old stuff (2010-2015) were beats made by ear, no samples. Lots of my other stuff... specifically my NEWER stuff... uses a sample or two in each of the songs... but it's all uniquely crafted and edited by me, and the samples are usually pretty obvious or easy to pick out... so you can get a better picture of where my creativity starts and ends, depending on what you recognize.

listen to my Willoughby album!

#1 kid cudi fan in the world

i am very, very, very, very, very depressed.

Chasing...

Man on The Moon Part II ((Wicked))

KiD AnOnYmOuSkI