Lyrics:

yeah, yeah, yeah

Simple as that for your simple ass
Ask about that pretty simple math
I'm dreaming on Good for a sicker plan
sicker than any other nigga could be thinking than
I can't be a loser could've figured that
I can't be a lame I'm cooler than that
I feel I love the fame then I hate it back
Thinking, now what I should be twitterin?
Why'd big bro took all the hot bitches?
Dear god, me too, I like the hot bitches
I'll be the underdog all along till I'm gone
I will live through this song
I'll be strong through the haters

As simple as that
As simple as that
As simple as that for your simple ass

As simple as that
As simple as 1, 2, 3

Uh, simple as that for your simple ass
Simple way I wish you woulda called it how it shoulda been
They try to tell me they don't get it
They don't know the deal
Now I'll be damned I came this far to let a fool live
I gotta terminate the hate spread the positive
Without it bein' wack and cheesin' to the little kids
So I curse like a sailor and I smoke weed
I am exactly who in all the rappers kids be
And who they love,
Hands to the universe
Pop between the drug addicts if they spit a Cudi verse
Mad little mama switch her converse out her purse
Long as the booty lookin' juicy and he's stylin' on her

As simple as that
As simple as that
As simple as that for your simple ass

As simple as that
As simple as 1, 2, 3

[Common]
As our hero seems to be dreaming in peace, a dark chapter unfolds storing Scott into the most eery and unstable part of his imagination. So intense he cannot tell his dreams from reality. This is the rise of the night terrors....