Watsky — $$

[Verse 1] 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 [Hook] Said I'm looking... I'm looking... I'm looking for energy everywhere I'm looking... I'm looking... I'm looking for energy [Verse 2] 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 [Hook] 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