Big K.R.I.T. - Make Sense lyrics
[Big K.R.I.T. - Make Sense lyrics]
I'm tryna make sense outta this
Roll up the L, catch a blimp outta this
Pour up the water, sell a ship outta this
I don't think a pimp could
Even limp outta this
Walk out the door, check a temp outta this
Wood grain the car, chop a rim outta this
I don't think strip club, strip bub
Could strip outta this
No cap, no tip
Follow that drip, just slide don't slip
All for the path, you belong
This life here's still for the strong
The good gotta keep movin' on
It's crazy how the world switchin'
Up like a light fixture
Might get ya lifeline touched
Callin' on the highs
What's your lifeline for
Pick up a little power that
Cower off in the dark, now your lifeline cut
Breaker, you gotta hit the breaker
We need to shape up
And I'm ain't talkin' about a taper
You need to wake up 'cause ain't
No time for the snoozin'
Mobilize your mind in line and start movin'
Practice what you preach instead
Of the pit bullin'
Collection plate and water you wade in
Leavin' you drowned
In world full of people, ain't nobody around
In case you didn't know I
Guess I'm tellin' you now
I'm tryna make sense outta this
Roll up the L, catch a blimp outta this
Pour up the water, sell a ship outta this
I don't think a pimp could
Even limp outta this
Walk out the door, check a temp outta this
Wood grain the car, chop a rim outta this
I don't think strip club, strip bub
Could strip outta this
I never thought that I mink wasn't warm
Enough until this snowglobe was shook up
I know some players that procrastinated
Laughin' at the doomsday
Paper, now they askin' for the hook up
The canned food that my grandma
Used to cook up never sold
Now they barely on the shelves when I look up
Same restaurant that wouldn't sit us down
For dinner cause of hats, sweats
Servin' out the window with
Some hats, sweats, masks, gloves
Scared of the type of shit
That might of would touch
First class and coach is all for the low
But what good is flyin' if
Ain't nowhere to go
Still fillin' up my tank 'cause
Gas ain't been this low
And the deaths of the world affect the
Fiscal scope of the stock market banking
It all got my thinkin'
Should liquor be the gold for a drinker?
I'm tryna make sense outta this
Roll up the L, catch a blimp outta this
Pour up the water, sell a ship outta this
I don't think a pimp could
Even limp outta this
Walk out the door, check a temp outta this
Wood grain the car, chop a rim outta this
I don't think strip club, strip bub
Could strip outta this
All this time, did it ever cross your mind?
That you couldn't get down on it
That you couldn't get down on it
I would have never dreamt
Never, ever could believe
That you couldn't get down on it
That you couldn't get down on it
Don't you want it?
Roll up the L, catch a blimp outta this
Pour up the water, sell a ship outta this
I don't think a pimp could
Even limp outta this
Walk out the door, check a temp outta this
Wood grain the car, chop a rim outta this
I don't think strip club, strip bub
Could strip outta this
No cap, no tip
Follow that drip, just slide don't slip
All for the path, you belong
This life here's still for the strong
The good gotta keep movin' on
It's crazy how the world switchin'
Up like a light fixture
Might get ya lifeline touched
Callin' on the highs
What's your lifeline for
Pick up a little power that
Cower off in the dark, now your lifeline cut
Breaker, you gotta hit the breaker
We need to shape up
And I'm ain't talkin' about a taper
You need to wake up 'cause ain't
No time for the snoozin'
Mobilize your mind in line and start movin'
Practice what you preach instead
Of the pit bullin'
Collection plate and water you wade in
Leavin' you drowned
In world full of people, ain't nobody around
In case you didn't know I
Guess I'm tellin' you now
I'm tryna make sense outta this
Roll up the L, catch a blimp outta this
Pour up the water, sell a ship outta this
I don't think a pimp could
Even limp outta this
Walk out the door, check a temp outta this
Wood grain the car, chop a rim outta this
I don't think strip club, strip bub
Could strip outta this
I never thought that I mink wasn't warm
Enough until this snowglobe was shook up
I know some players that procrastinated
Laughin' at the doomsday
Paper, now they askin' for the hook up
The canned food that my grandma
Used to cook up never sold
Now they barely on the shelves when I look up
Same restaurant that wouldn't sit us down
For dinner cause of hats, sweats
Servin' out the window with
Some hats, sweats, masks, gloves
Scared of the type of shit
That might of would touch
First class and coach is all for the low
But what good is flyin' if
Ain't nowhere to go
Still fillin' up my tank 'cause
Gas ain't been this low
And the deaths of the world affect the
Fiscal scope of the stock market banking
It all got my thinkin'
Should liquor be the gold for a drinker?
I'm tryna make sense outta this
Roll up the L, catch a blimp outta this
Pour up the water, sell a ship outta this
I don't think a pimp could
Even limp outta this
Walk out the door, check a temp outta this
Wood grain the car, chop a rim outta this
I don't think strip club, strip bub
Could strip outta this
All this time, did it ever cross your mind?
That you couldn't get down on it
That you couldn't get down on it
I would have never dreamt
Never, ever could believe
That you couldn't get down on it
That you couldn't get down on it
Don't you want it?