[Intro: DJ Drama]
Question (Zombie on the track)
What's it called when your music changes the world?
I call it magic (Zombie on the track)
Welcome to Magic City
Everybody leaves with a smile on they face (Hahaha)
When wizards collide, things get monumental
Things get legendary, some things may never be the same
This what y'all was waitin' for?
Now watch the competition disappear, poof

[Verse 1: Kid Cudi]
Feelin' it, set, we go (Uh, uh), too bossy (Aye)
Bet a n***a cooler than the motherfuckers talkin' (Uh), too flossy (Aye)
Tеll them we ain't trippin' 'bout them ho n***as lеavin' the team, it's a party in the loft (Be out)
Keep the money on flow, and I'm getting what I need, it's a car with a collar on
Bitch get off me (Aye)
That shit off me (Got it)
Livin' when I'm zooted so often (Ah)
This shit lit, get off me (Aight, aight)
In fact, I ain't even worried, got no troubles, do you hear 'em?
Look at the stars, no cap, once you hit 'em
I'm gon' give 'em what I bleed for the fam', yeah, hit 'em

[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Ooh, the drop, cruise in the drop, hit me
Rollin' rock, too much fresher than y'all, hit me
Bitch, get off me
Bitch, get off
Bitch, ish, off me (Yeah)
Bitch, ish, get off me, off
[Post-Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Bitch, get off me, uh
Bitch, get off me
Bitch, get off me, uh
Hey, bitch, get off me, uh
Bitch, get off me, uh
Bitch, get off me

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Yeah, okay, tints is off, okay (Ah)
Top is off, okay (Ah)
Knock it off, okay (Yeah)
Not talkin' tough when I say, I hit exhaust, decay
Green like moss, diamonds hit like Voss, okay (Yeah)
She know all the lay of the land, she know how I kick (Ayy)
She know how I'm gettin' my piece
She still don't know 'bout the treats, I keep it, I keep (Keep)
To find it like hide-and-go-seek
She go out and find me a fee, like Sasha, she find me a fee (Keep it)
I keep her right out of the streets and put her right out in the trees, yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Ooh, the drop, cruise in the drop, hit me
Rollin' rock, too much fresher than y'all, hit me
Bitch, get off me
Bitch, get off
Bitch, ish, off me (Yeah)
Bitch, ish, get off me, off
[Verse 3: Kid Cudi & Travis Scott]
N***a (Yeah), we all over (Huh)
Tell your friends we merc arenas
Damn, this shit so easy
Tell the world too mega (Yeah, yeah)
Phenoms, too big for arenas (Woo)
In my backyard, build a boardwalk like Kema
Get hot like a steamer
Way you shakin' that ass, should be shaking them demons
En route
Bet they wanna come catch me (Uh), come quick, seize (Eh)
Saw a n***a tapping on a cloud (Yeah)
But I'm just smokin' weed, give 'em my high screams
Shawty be feelin' my style, grippin' my jeans
Fingernails runnin' through my seams
She get high, see dreams, see same thing, guess we twins, mami

[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Ooh, the drop, cruise in the drop, hit me
Rollin' rock, too much fresher than y'all, hit me
Bitch, get off me
Bitch, get off
Bitch, ish, off me (Yeah)
Bitch, ish, get off me, off

[Post-Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Bitch, get off me, uh
Bitch, get off me
Bitch, get off me, uh
Hey, bitch, get off me, uh
Bitch, get off me, uh
Bitch, get off me