[Verse 1]
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My head's up in the sky it's higher than the clouds are
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I like to look up at the stars and wonder how far
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from what I hear about a billion babies are delivered every day and so it's like the planet is a clown car
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I know it probably shouldn't work, but we all fit
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Like a Mcy D's Playplace ballpit
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So lookie me, I'm about to jump up in it swimming through syringes like a mothafuckin dolphin
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I might have an outburst
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There's a lot of freaky people on the planet and it makes me want to crowd surf
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everybody everywhere dig downwards
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it's what we work for
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party at the earth's core!
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I don't where to go to go far
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but if if I go, then I know I should go hard
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And if I go and I never come back
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Then I'll send a postcard
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And a couple thumb tacks
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[Verse 2]
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Teacher said this party started with a loud bang
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the way my ears are ringing I don't hear a sound mang
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I'm steady looking at the crowd like a proud dad
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for coming out instead of clicking like a mouse pad
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steal a bounce house, fill it full of helium
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ride like a blimp because I think It'd be really fun
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to do a triple flip in zero gravity while puffing on a philly blunt and shooting stars with a BB gun
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Tonight I'll look at something that I've never seen before
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And I might even pen graffitti on a meteor
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I can reach it, homie veni vidi vicci it's all peachy got a vision of the future on a wigi board
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I didn't believe it, I
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thought it CGI
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Why don't you decide
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if we're computerized?
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assuming you and I are alive
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and tomorrow is the rapture
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I wonder watcha wanna do tonight
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[Verse 3]
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I don't wanna I don't wanna I don't wanna
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I don't I don't wanna end up as an anybody
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Everybody is anybody
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made of arteries and antibodies
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and you never get to see confetti without getting bloody
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If you read ahead you'll all be surprised
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spoiler alert!
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we're all gonna die
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But I'll be hooping in that driveway in the clouds
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Shooting fouls with that big orange ball in the sky
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And when I die wanna say well I made it
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And be way celebrated
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and remain as a staple
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If I stay hella faded
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then I'll fade and my fate'll be the same as the fakers with the chains on the labels
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it's a shame people do it for the fame and the cash and not the flame and the passion
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I train through the pain and I frame every passage as way to stay fit
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Cause an 808 kick is my gatorade drink
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Energy
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| Watsky |
