“I don’t smoke weed anymore. I’ll leave it to the kids. I’m 27 with a business to run and I need to be alert and focused with my mind strong. For those who still get it on, smoke one in my memory as your favorite lonely stoner.
This is not a joke. I know most of you wanna see me all drugged out and fucked up and I know misery loves company, but I’m sorry those days are over. I had a good run, Amsterdam and all. I’m happy being sober. I’m happy being a new me. I don’t give a fuck who thinks of me different, you didn’t care about me in the first place if you can’t be proud and happy for me for growing and starting a new chapter. I’m not your puppet or your tap dancing drug addict here to be your miserable muse, i always made music for me to help myself find understanding. I have finally learned from the words in my songs. I love who loves me and who really cares about me.
Learn from this, there’s always light at the end of the tunnel. Hell does have an exit, and I found it. For those who are looking for a way out, I left the door open, and I’ll be waiting for whoever wants to grow with me. Peace and love, Cudi.”
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