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Watsky
Watsky
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Watsky
Watsky
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Damn it, come on Woah, oh, oh, it's lit, it's lit, it's lit! It's hard to be living You gotta play the cards you were given You think it's simple but it goddamn isn't It's tougher now, than breaking out of Shawshank prison, and As you're hittin' your prime People say you been committin' a crime But I won't quit 'til I'm home I'll chip the limestone a bit at a time, wait! I'm a pale-ass, pale middle-class, straight white male I won't have an alibi the day I fail 'Cause if I ever went to jail, mom would pay my bail in heartbeat Mom and dad have given me a lot more than a pat on the back And I gotta thank 'em for loving me From the moment I was strapped in a Volvo car seat When I needed a pep talk I couldn't remember to wreck shop Writer's block, staring at my laptop, desktop Or sleeping in my rental in a turnpike rest stop Shit in storage, livin' from a suitcase Thinkin', "this is how a silver spoon tastes?" 'Cause you can make a dream possible But it'll never be easy, no matter what you chase If you wanna poke fun, then do so I'll do it for you, it's no crime I'm like if the dude from Juno grew a Jewfro and liked to rhyme (Ohhh!) So tell me that I'm not a rapper Tell Rudolph he can't pull sleighs Tell Pluto it's not a planet And he'll probably keep spinning in the same old way On and on, every day Right around the sun, wanna feel the rays You do it 'cause you love it like nothing else in the universe And fuck it, it's embedded in your DNA Boom! It was really loud I mean, seriously loud Boom! Boom! Boom! Were you scared? I'm probably like- I'm probably, like The one who's getting scared, like, ten times more often Than anybody else I know! I think people that say that they're not scared Are lying about not being scared Yeah, so is people saying that they're not ticklish
Writer(s): George Watsky Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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