Make Sense (Remastered Edition Bonus Track)

(album: K.R.I.T. Wuz Here - 2010)

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 moving on
It's crazy how the world switching up like a light fixture
Might get ya lifeline touched
Calling 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 talking about a taper
You need to wake up 'cause ain't no time for the snoozing
Mobilize your mind in line and start moving
Practice what you preach instead of the pit bulling
Collection plate and water you wade in, leaving you drowned
In world full of people, ain't nobody around
In case you didn't know I guess I'm telling 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, laughing at the doomsday
[?] paper, now they asking 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
Serving 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 flying if ain't nowhere to go
Still filling 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 thinking
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?