[Hook: Big Krit] I'll take you farther than far Somewhere near Mars We'll get hiiiiiiiiiiigh in the skkkkkkkky I'll take you where you can't be Unless
intro: L L L L L L L L Jet life Jet life jet life where havnt we been.......and you can tell...from bitches tryna... boy im still..... and you could
[Devin The Dude:] I'm Puffin I never get enough in I never cook coke up on the stovetop But I'm stuffin these nuts up in the guts of a slut no doubt But
So cold with it protentcy of the beat is consistant with the fact that most did it prolific not shakin or stirred in da presence of those niggas herbs
heart trampled on to anyone (Yeah yea) I recommend walkin' around naked in your livin' room (Yeah) Swallow it down (What a jagged a little pill?) It
I'm broke but I'm happy I'm poor but I'm kind I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah I'm high but I'm grounded I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed I'm lost but I'm
You know how us Catholic girls can be High on, high on the little We make up for so much time a little too late I never forgot it, confusing as it was
Sometimes is never quite enough If you're flawless then you'll win my love Don't forget to win first place Don't forget to keep that smile on your face
What's the matter Mary Jane, had a hard day As you place the don't disturb sign on the door You lost your place in line again, what a pity You never seem
Wait a minute man You mispronounced my name You didn't wait for all the information Before you turned me away Wait a minute sir You kind of hurt my feelings
You like snow but only if it's warm, ohh You like rain but only if it's dry There's no sentimental value to the rose that fell on your floor There's no
Do I stress you out? My sweater is on backwards and inside out And you say, "How appropriate" I don't dissect everything today I don't mean to pick you
I went to your house Walked up the stairs And I opened your door Without ringing the bell I walked down the hall into your room Where I could smell you
think we're alright But we need pills to sleep at night We need lies to make it through the day We're not okay One may think we're alright But we need pills
I don't wanna be the filler if the void is solely yours I don't wanna be your glass of single malt whiskey Hidden in the bottom drawer and I don't want
Yeah, word up Tradin' places wanna piece of the pie Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame While others'
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Well look at this I see clearly now Look at this I can feel it now Happiness Is seldom found Pop the pill I'm so damn happy now Feeling things crawl