Yeah This is not a test, check (easy does it) Please turn my headphones up a little bit (easy does it) Yeah Ay Hello friends, Cudder again Gotta smack 'em with some shit before the world ends Same old denims, worn for days I been home makin' jams and many wonderful waves I see in many wondrous shades Peekin' out the shadows at a new landscape I've been trapped in my mind, I've been tryna escape Fame and loneliness, the recipe for disaster I can't handle this shit, I'ma get plastered I just wanna go fast, I'm a bastard I won't stop till I'm where I wanna be in line And there's so many things to do in the in-between time That's to say I don't get lost and lose my fuckin' mind Thinkin' 'bout the days I was broke, fuck me up sometimes How did I do it, why the kids love me so? Cause they connect with Cudder, real simple Now let me set the groove with some cello On the outside lookin' into this mellow But sometimes I wanna just shoot my fuckin' face off I'm talkin' game over, defeated the boss Hope with age I can cope with my rage I'm so damn passionate, they're no safe plain The dealer dwellin', I'm always in the zone Why did God let Hell in? It's just a nigga, man Man, listen, I'm tryna find a way to tuck this niña in my skinnies It's kinda tough, I don't know see how they did it in the eighties My angels ride for me, at all costs My dad is tellin' me, "Don't stress, go and floss" Live a little, I got you pop Love kiddo, my negro Somebody better save them, God 'Cause young Scott Mescudi stayed on his job The leader of the delinquents (Delinquents, delinquents, delinquents...) The leader of the delinquents (Delinquents, delinquents, delinquents...) The leader of the delinquents (Delinquents, delinquents, delinquents...) The leader of the delinquents (Delinquents, delinquents, delinquents...) Uh, a'ight Put the flow in the bag, kept it sealed on 'em When I'm drivin', well it depends, so many in the Honda Broke up with this girl, she was trippin' Couldn't understand my life and the world that kept me stressed about My SLS is pearl, bitch, please don't call it white And that nigga, he went back while I was trippin' of the white A jealous mothafucka, that's the shit that I don't like You got a girl better love her man, you gotta cuff her tight Because so many people have the nerve You ask about Cudder and I bet you fuckin' heard Hm, they call me legend and I'm feelin' twenty-six You mad, you mad, you mad, Cudder in this bitch I'm an unstoppable fucker, from the land where my niggas be Pop a Perc', start to mumble, my fam jokin', rollin' tree You see this walk, you know my face All hail King WZRD in your motherfuckin' space, you love it The leader of the delinquents (Delinquents, delinquents, delinquents...) The leader of the delinquents (Delinquents, delinquents, delinquents...) The leader of the delinquents (Delinquents, delinquents, delinquents...) The leader of the delinquents (Delinquents, delinquents, delinquents...)

Wearing SPF 3000 for the ultraviolet rays Made it to the island on the last of the outbound planes (Ah-ah) Got a trunk full of Simone and Céline, and of course, my magazines I'm gonna live out my days Won't somebody, anybody, be the leader of a new regime? Free the keepers of the burnt-out scene another day Lust and paranoia reign supreme We need the leader of a new regime.

An only child alone and wild A cabinet maker's son His hands were meant For different work And his heart was known to none He left his home and went his lone And solitary way And he gave to me a gift I know I never can repay A quiet man of music Denied a simpler fate He tried to be a soldier once But his music wouldn't wait He earned his love through discipline A thundering, velvet hand His gentle means of sculpting souls Took me years to understand The leader of the band is tired And his eyes are growing old But his blood runs through my instrument And his song is in my soul My life has been a poor attempt To imitate the man I'm just a living legacy To the leader of the band My brothers' lives were different For they heard another call One went to Chicago And the other to St. Paul And I'm in Colorado When I'm not in some hotel Living out this life I've chose And come to know so well I thank you for the music And your stories of the road I thank you for the freedom When it came my time to go I thank you for the kindness And the times when you got tough And, papa, I don't think I said 'I love you' near enough The leader of the band is tired And his eyes are growing old But his blood runs through my instrument And his song is in my soul My life has been a poor attempt To imitate the man I'm just a living legacy To the leader of the band I am a living legacy to the leader of the band

Every night I saw you there In your old wicker chair, singing, ooh You were wrong, I was right Didn't matter in a fight, ooh Coffee mug filled it up Always knew what it was, sing, ooh Been on your side for years You could never love without crying, ooh Is she dead, is she fine? Every day, every night Fate has dealt me a lonely blow, I said, ooh Tried to help, it only hurt In the end I made it worse, ooh Is she dead, is she fine? Every day, every night Give back my keys, give back my chair Take back those clothes you always left on the floor You drove me wild, drove me insane Drank the whole bottle, forgot my name All I ever wanted was a mother for the first time Finally I could see you as the leader of the landslide She left, she left, the writing's on the wall Please believe me, I smell the alcohol The only thing I know is that we're in too deep And maybe when she's dead and gone I'll get some sleep You blamed it all on your kids We were young, we were innocent You told me a lie, fuck you for that Fuck all your pride and fuck all your prayers and All this time I waited like a fool and for the first time Finally I can see you as the leader of the landslide She left, she left, the writing's on the wall Please believe me, don't answer when she calls The only thing I know is that we're in too deep And maybe when she's dead and gone I'll get some sleep Out there on my own, I was feeling so alone Like a poltergeist in the afterlife Fading by degrees, I was shaking in the knees In the aftermath of this broken glass Whoa, whoa, whoa

Born from some mother's womb Just like any other room Made a promise for a new life Made a victim out of your life When your time's on the door And it drips to the floor And you feel you can touch All the noise is too much And the seeds that are sown Are no longer your own Just a minor operation To force a final ultimatum Thousand words are spoken loud Reach the dumb to fool the crowd When you walk down the street And the sound's not so sweet And you wish you could hide Maybe go for a ride To some peep show arcade Where the future's not made A nightmare situation Infiltrate imagination Smacks of past Holy wars By the wall with broken laws The leaders of men Born out of your frustration The leaders of men Just a strange infatuation The leaders of men Made a promise for a new life No saviour for our sakes To twist the internees of hate Self-induced manipulation To crush all thoughts of mass salvation