Kid Cudi - Dennis, Hook Me Up with Some More of That Whiskey! lyrics

[Produced By: Kid Cudi] [Intro] "k** 'em, k** all them things" Allow it Dennis, you gotta hook me up with some more of this whiskey Turnt up [Verse 1] Now I don't give a f** what n***as doing I'm wearin' Balmain thousand dollar pants Wake up, bake up, then I'm in my Benz Come to think about it, don't have many friends Go to brunch by my damn self Flirt with girls when they see my car f** 'em when they see that I'm a star Never ever open up or show my heart It's the coldest winter in the summer, dawg Many women, mothaf** 'em all They just really want to train a dog I'm a real n***a to the core Off top baby girl further more Pedal to the metal to the floor On Mulholland while I'm hitting corners hard Yeah I gotta hit them corners hard [Break] I guess I'm just a lost cause Just a skinny n***a with so many flaws Starin' in that night, tight jawed Fingers digging right inside my palm Waitin' waitin' for the calm Seem to think I know what's goin' on I'm finally comin' alive And it seems the ghost is movin' on [Interlude] You know what that is? I told you what that is, that's a alien bruv, believe it (Those guys didn't think I would do it, I told you I was gonna do it) [Verse 2] See, I could never have a desk job My work take a n***a abroad Meeting up late with foreign broads Relaxing cause a n***a hustle hard Man I gotta take a load off Need a dime that'll take her clothes off Took a trip out to Doha Filmin' short films on a whim Got dinner in a few with prince Sheikh Kanye changed a n***a life twice Gotta ride, gotta rep, ay Getting rid of all the dead weight n***as really want me dead, hate Not my fault I'm intriguing Drinkin' and drivin': no weavin' Pop a molly, feelin' ten again Project X type weekend Except a n***a damn near thirty Like twenty one had never ended Here I go with my second wind, b**h You already know I'm goin' in And I've been waitin' I've been waitin' to sh** on you [Outro] Yeah, G.O.O.D. music we the family Kid motherf**in' Cudi