Higher

Funky as the juice dripping out of her cooch, I'd still slurp it

And I'm a feminist, ain't nobody here perfect

I get as high as the roof but stay surfaced

And grounded in my search for the truth like it's got purpose

Cause, life's a cruel joke and I'm not sure it's worth this

But I tried and suicide's not something to flirt with

So take a five, cause if you're here then you deserve this

And who am I to try and get by on these universes

This is what we make of it, make it great or make it shit

Keep on writing songs, right or wrong someday you'll make a hit

And even if you don't at least you tried instead of faking it

Cause everybody here lives in fear of never making shit