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....