Watsky - $$ lyrics

My head's up in the sky it's
Higher than the clouds are
I like to look up at the
Stars and wonder how far? From what I hear
About a billion babies are delivered
Everyday and so it's like the
Planet is a clown car
I know it probably shouldn't work
But we all fit
Like a Micky D's Play Place ball pit
So look at me! I'm about to jump up in it
And be swimming through syringes
Like a motherfucking 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
That's what we work for party
At the Earth's core
Don't know where to go to go far


But, if I go then I know I should go hard
And if I go and I never come back
Then I'll send a post card
And a couple thumb tacks

Said I'm looking i'm looking
I'm looking for energy everywhere
I'm looking i'm looking
I'm looking for energy

Teacher said this party started
With a loud bang the waymy ears are ringing
I don't hear sound, man
I'm steady looking at the crowd
Like a proud dad
For coming out instead of clicking
On a mouse pad
Steal a bounce-house fill it full of helium
Ride it like a blimp i think
That 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 I'm looking at something that
I've never seen before
I might even paint graffiti on a meteor
Cause, I can reach it, homie veni vidi vici
It's all peachy
Got a vision of the future on a Ouija board
Didn't believe it I, though it was CGI
Why don't you decide, if we're computerized?
Assuming you and I - are alive
And tomorrow is the rapture I wonder
What you want to do tonight

I don't wanna I don't wanna i
Don't wanna I don't wanna
I don't wanna end up as an anybody-everybody
Isn't anybody made of arteries and antibodies
And you never get to see
Confetti without getting bloody
If you read ahead, you'd all be surprised
Spoiler alert – we're all going to die
But, I'll be hooping in the
Drive way in the clouds
Shooting fouls with that big orange
Ball in the sky
When I die when I say 'well I made it'
I'll be way
Celebrated, or remain as a staple
If I stay hella faded, then I'll fade
And my fate will be the same
As the fakers with the chains on the labels
Shame people do it for the fame and the cash
Not the flame and the passion
I train through the pain
And I frame every passage as
A way to stay fit
Cause an 808 kick is my Gatorade drink