[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