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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 [Crimp?] outta this, make sense 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 Songtexte 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 [Crimp?] outta this, make sense 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 [Crimp?] outta this, make sense 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? Aus Songtexte Mania