Key: Em

roll up this ad to continue


My heads up in the sky it's higher than the clouds are 
I like to look up at the stars and wonder how far 
Am                                                           C                         A7 
From what I hear about a billion babies are delivered every day and so it's like the planet is a clown car 
I know it probably shouldn't work, but we all fit 
Like a Mcy Ds Playplace ballpit 
Am                                       C                                A7 
So lookie me, Im about to jump up in it swimming through syringes like a mothafuckin dolphin 

I could have an outburst 
There's a lot of freaky people on the planet and it makes me want to crowd surf 
Everybody everywhere dig downwards 
It's what we work for 
Party at the earth's core! 
I don't know where to go to go far 
But if if I go, then I know I should go hard 
And if I go and I never come back 
Then I'll send a postcard 
And a couple thumb tacks 

Teacher said this party started with a loud bang 
The way my ears are ringing I don't hear a sound mang 
I'm steady looking at the crowd like a proud dad 
For coming out instead of clicking like a mouse pad 
Steal a bounce house, fill it full of helium 
Ride like a blimp because I think It'd be really fun 
To do a triple flip in zero gravity while puffing on a philly blunt and shooting stars with a BB gun 
Tonight Ill look at something that I've never seen before 
And I might even pen graffiti on a meteor 
I can reach it, homie Veni, vidi, vici, its all peachy got a vision of the future on a Ouija board 
I didn't believe it, I 
Thought it CGI 
Why don't you decide 
If were computerized? 
Assuming you and I alive 
And tomorrow is the rapture 
I wonder watcha wanna do tonight 

I don't wanna I don't wanna I don't wanna 
I don't I don't wanna end up as an anybody 
Everybody is anybody 
Made of arteries and antibodies 
And you never get to see confetti without getting bloody 
If you read ahead you'll all be surprised 
Spoiler alert! 
We're all gonna die 
But I'll be hooping in that driveway in the clouds 
Shooting fouls with that big orange ball in the sky 
And when I die wanna say well I made it 
And be way celebrated 
And remain as a staple 
If I stay hella faded 
Then I'll fade and my fate'll be the same as the fakers with the chains on the labels 
It's a shame people do it for the fame and the cash and not the flame and the passion I train through  
the pain and I frame every passage as way to stay fit 
Cause an 808 kick is my gatorade drink

See Also: