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- Watsky
- Whoa whoa whoa
What do you take us for?
Whoa whoa whoa
What do you take us for?
Im a phenomenon, and I gotta bring pain in The Octagon
When I wanna spit game at a soccer mom
I get it quicker than the left lane on the Autobahn, fast
Like Ramadan, had to battle young padawans all the damn day
Im getting naked and Im hopping on a wrecking ball
So hot, I got the mother****er a la flambé
I go to Mileys house, I see that Mileys home
I play Mileys ribcage with my ****, like its a Xylie -phone
Yes, that was highly ****ed up but my skills are highly honed
And if I was highly hyphy, I might be more widely-known
Cest la vie, better pay my fee
They kick it in Seattle in a Patagonia jacket
They get it in the Bay in a plain white tee
Hey mami! You a P.Y.T
You wanna see me speak, then I go, go, go, go!
Cause, every time I get a beat, I know I gotta beat it up
I bend it then I break it then I chop it then I eat it up
And PETA would never approve of the way
Ive been treating the music, I bleed it, I bruise it
I kick it to the curb and then Im sipping on my bourbon
I be freaking it, doing it, keeping it moving
Im picking apart the muscle when Im thinking about the hustle
But Im nice, nice!
Whoa whoa whoa
What do you take us for?
Whoa whoa whoa
What do you take us for?
I jump the freeway median, Im savage
Cause my mode is that Im meaner than the average
Like my teacher taught me when I heard the crowd applaud
I thought I was an atheist until I realized Im a God
It could hurt a bit when I murder shit
In a moment, Ill be taking off a tourniquet
When I burn them and I hit them in the sternum
I dont even got to enter, but Im gonna win the tournament
Thats what Im all about
I do what I got to do and never gonna pout
And I hope that it would have been the end of it and Im out
But they never tend to give me the benefit of the doubt
Ever since I was a little kid
I know that Ive been looking for the hot, hot spotlight
And if you really wonder what I think about the competition
They were not-not-not tight
Ive been reading my scripture
Every photo bomber wanna be in my picture
And you better bet Im living every single day
Like its the mother****ing Catalina Wine Mixer
Bada bing, bada boom!
When I walk in, Im the king of the room
And I get it locked in like a king in a tomb
When I spit a toxin and they cough on the fumes
Cause Im back in the nick of time and attacking the fickle mind
Im a jackal, Ill rip his hide, Ima tackle him, pick a fight
I be Dracula, set to bite in the black of the bitter night
And Im out, poof
Whoa whoa whoa
What do you take us for?
Whoa whoa whoa
What do you take us for?
Whoa whoa whoa
What do you take us for?
Whoa whoa whoa
What do you take us for?
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