Lirik Lagu FRESHIE, Singel Baru dari Kid Cudi

JAKARTA, KOMPAS.com – Musisi asal Amerika Serikat, Kid Cudi, merilis singel baru berjudul “FRESHIE”.

Singel baru bergenre pop tersebut dirilis pada 12 Januari 2024 melalui label rekaman Republic Records.

“FRESHIE” muncul dalam album studio terbarunya yang bertajuk INSANO.

Baca juga: Lirik Lagu CUD LIFE, Singel Baru dari Kid Cudi

Berikut ini lirik lagu “FRESHIE” dari Kid Cudi:

[Intro: DJ Drama & Kid Cudi]
Yo, ayy, ayy, yo
Ayy, before we even get started
You ugly motherfuckers ain't finna be mocking me while I'm on motherfucking stage
Like straight the fuck up
I ain't gon' lie
My nigga Cudi been fresh since days been turning to nights
This nigga been fresh since basslines was breaking hearts
Fresher than anybody made in America
Matter of fact, intergalactic fresh
My sins, baby
DJ Drama (Ah, ah, ah, ah)

[Chorus]
Know I'm fresh in the night and I'm doin' shrooms (Ah, ah)
Can't tell a nigga nothin' when I'm in the room (Ah, ah)
See I ball, fuck 'em all 'til you get it dude (Ah, ah)
And I pick the bitch up, get up in the womb (Ah, ah)
It's a new damn day, I'm comin' soon (Ah, ah)
In the car goin', nigga, I'm controllin' the millions (Ah, ah)
[?] to the ceilin', when we ragin' we winnin' (Ah, ah)
Wait, wait, hol'-hol'-hol'-hold on, wait a minute (Ah, ah)

[Verse: Kid Cudi & DJ Drama]
Shit, Cudi finna get these niggas (Get 'em)
It's the brawl star 'til I'm all gone (Yeah, yeah)
Serving business, get your ticket, tell 'em, "Come on" (Yeah)
All my niggas with me, can't save 'em, boy (Yeah)
Can't blame 'em, when I'm doin' what I'm doin' (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck 'bout a punk talkin' shit (Yeah)
I'm the illest nigga in it, finna jump up to the top (Woo)
We ain't here to [?] wall
I'm the realest nigga rippin' 'cause a nigga say so (Yeah, yeah)
Hey, some dumb fucks never get it (Yeah)
Dumb fuck stuck, never livin' (Yeah)
Grind, pullin' up, it begins, now [?] on a bitch
Bump, bump, I'm stuck, keep it hidden (Uh)
And she wanna leave, I let the girl lead (Go)
Nigga feel the pain when I bleed, when I bleed (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm just a WZRD, boy, tricks up my sleeve (Yeah)
Yeah, I rep the double O even when I leave
Yeah, I'm just the cleanest motherfucker from the C (Uh)
Never ever seen a nigga quite like me (Uh)
Take it on the roof when the vibe too low (Yeah)
Gotta roll the blunts but I'm downin' the roll (Phew)
And I'm all dazed, eyes neon red (Uh)
Nails manicured, got a neon head (Yeah)
She tryna talk deep, forgot what she said
Got a bad yellowbone and she in my bed (Uh)
I'm just a king livin' dreams come true (Ah)
I'm winnin' and I been in it, make her cream, don't gotta say I wanna (Ah)
When I pull up on the roof, get the scoop, uh-huh (Woo)
It's the one on, get on down (Ah)
Rollin' with my nigga Dot (Dot), and we ragin' now (Hah)
With a bitch, pulled a couple knots (Hah)
And we know what we got, I'm hot (Hah)
Sucker niggas think it's love, but I tell that boy, "No it's not" (Hah)
Can't stop Cudi, no you fool (Woo)
Been doin' what you're gonna do, and I'm pretty too (Woo)
Goin' hard 'til I'm in the tomb (Yeah)
Gotta move like I'm runnin' on my last day, I'm super smooth (Yeah)
And them demons hatin', yeah, they on me
Boss, can you hear 'em? Give alarm when you see 'em (Tsh)
Girl runnin' 'til the endin', I'm fuckin' spinnin' (Tsh)
I'm pourin' up a side of liquor, and then I did it (Uh-huh)
Asked the Lord, the Lord to pass the phone
Now prai-prai-prai-praise the God
I'm straight drippin' (Yeah), there's the boy
Keep your guards up, back-back, help the boy
They say I'm singin' (Singin')
Just a nigga livin' with some stress (Stress)
Off this bubbly and back (Back), red (Red)
Another nice room [?] on that fat ass
Return of the Mac, I'll rip that

[Break]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ra

[Chorus]
Know I'm fresh in the night and I'm doin' shrooms (Ah, ah)
Can't tell a nigga nothin' when I'm in the room (Ah, ah)
See I ball, fuck 'em all 'til you get it dude (Ah, ah)
And I pick the bitch up, get up in the womb (Ah, ah)
It's a new damn day, I'm comin' soon (Ah, ah)
In the car goin', nigga, I'm controllin' the millions (Ah, ah)
[?] to the ceilin', when we ragin' we winnin' (Ah, ah)
Wait, wait, hol'-hol'-hol'-hold on, wait a minute (Ah, ah)