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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Cudi
Kid Cudi
Vocals
Billy Craven
Billy Craven
Vocals
Larry Gold
Larry Gold
String Conductor
The Larry Gold Orchestra
The Larry Gold Orchestra
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeff Bhasker
Jeff Bhasker
Songwriter
Scott Mescudi
Scott Mescudi
Songwriter
Claude Puterflam
Claude Puterflam
Composer
Christian Padovan
Christian Padovan
Composer
Gérard Kawczynski
Gérard Kawczynski
Composer
Patrick Reynolds
Patrick Reynolds
Composer
Larry Gold
Larry Gold
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Christian Plata
Christian Plata
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jeff Bhasker
Jeff Bhasker
Producer
Erik Madrid
Erik Madrid
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Recording Engineer
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Recording Engineer
Christian Mochizuki
Christian Mochizuki
Assistant Recording Engineer
Patrick "Plain Pat" Reynolds
Patrick "Plain Pat" Reynolds
Producer
Taylor Rohrbacher
Taylor Rohrbacher
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Hello Yeah Uh, 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, they ain't get where I was going Took a turn to the worse when my father left me lonely (Hmm) 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 Had the lowest self-esteem, especially with the girls Tried out every sport just to impress all the girls Instead of all the ladies, 'cause they talk down I was too artsy, known to be a clown (Hmm) Huh, and now my Facebook poppin' 'Cause 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, yeah, ah) Big homie, made the move Made-made the move, flew off the moon Still (Had no-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 Think about my bosses, yep I hated all of them Studio at night had me hustlin' to most of them Nigga I was late, damn near every day But I'mma be on time when my stars align When my soul was happy on my ramen diet Followed by a loosey, was the meal of grinders So if you knowin' the truth all you think about is that thing Always be a hater tryin' to shoot down any dreams Until you meet a kid like K-I Niggas thought I was crazy, my mama know I stay high We're getting money, Mom 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 I was heavy-heavy-heavy on my grizzle And none of y'all had a clue about me And none of y'all had a clue about me And none of y'all really knew about me I was heavy-heavy-heavy on my grizzle And none of y'all really cared about me And none of y'all really cared about me Now, guess what? I'm all you see, I'm all you see 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-ay-ohh-ohh Yeah-ay-ohh-ohh
Writer(s): Gerard Kawczynski, Claude Puterflam, Jeffrey Bhasker, Pat Reynolds, Scott Ramon Seguro Mescudi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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