You don't have to be so cautious If you practice what you preach
Counting up the stacks on the counter A fucking (disease)
Don't ask me to be righteous If you practice what you teach
Counting all your blessings The second you're down on your knees
* So why, why? Don't we get a little high, high?
** Don't we get a little Get a little Don't we get a little high Get a little high
Keep my head under the water, pride buried in my chest
Not counting all the minutes, the seconds, not holdin' my breath
Now sinkin' from the surface, swimmin' in my lungs
Losing all my vision, religion, I'm holdin' my tongue
( * , ** )
Don't want to pay attention To the writing on the wall
Painted with aggression And dripping when you call
Not gonna learn my lesson Am I running out of time?
So why? Why? Why?
Don't we get a little Get a little Don't we get a little high
Don't we get a little Get a little Don't we get a little high
