Make Sense - Big K.R.I.T.

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

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

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

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

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?