[Verse 1]
Don’t care whether this ship sails or sinks into the meat
Don’t know if a lesson matters less than what’s to eat
While you got it you figure why not launch off of the very highest rope

[Verse 2]
Not trying to be short side scoping breaks to score a ride
More like causing fractures from the deep to make the tide
Who needs slicker tools to build a portrait out of place
Not trying to be sneaky when it’s wanting face to face
When you’re rotten you figure why not stick up for the very finest dope

[Verse 3]
Don’t care if a lesion’s clotting up or ceases to bleed
Don’t know if a lesson is a pleasure or a need
While you’re huffing you figure why not soak up all the craze instead of cope