WATSKY LYRICS

Whoa Whoa Whoa


Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus:]
Whoa whoa whoa. What do you take us for?
Whoa whoa whoa. What do you take us for?

I'm 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 Audubon.

Fast; Like a Ramadan. And I battle young padawans all the damn day.

I'm getting nekked and I'm hopping on a wrecking ball so hot I got that motha fucka a la flambe.
I go to Miley's house. I see that Miley's home.
I play Miley's ribcage with my dick like it's a Xylie-phone.
Yes, that was highly fucked up but my skills are highly honed.
And if I was highly hyphy I might be more widely known.
C'est 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 PYT!
Wanna see me speak? Then I go (go) go (go) go (go)!
Every time I get a beat I know I gotta beat it up, I bend it then I break it then I chop it and I eat it up,
And PETA would never approve of the way I致e been treating the music,
I bleed it, I bruise it, I kick it to the curb and then I知 sipping on my bourbon I be freakin it doing it, keeping it moving
I知 picking apart the muscle when I知 thinking about the hustle but I知 nice. Nice!

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I'll jump the freeway median, I'm savage.
Cause my mode is that I'm meaner than the average.
Like my teacher taught me when I heard the crowd applaud
I thought I was an atheist until I realized I'm a God.
It could hurt a bit when I murder shit.
In a moment I'll be tying off a tourniquet.
When I burn em and I hit em in the sternum, I don't even gotta enter but I'm gonna win the tournament
That's what I'm all about. Do what I gotta do and never gonna pout.
And I hope that it woulda been the end of it and I'm out, but they never tend to gimme the benefit of the doubt.
Ever since I was a little I kid I know that I've been looking for the hot hot spotlight.
And if you really wonder what I think about the competition, they were not not not tight.
I been reading my scripture. Every photo bomber wanna be in my picture.
And ya betta bet I'm living every single day like it's the motha fuckin Catalina Wine Mixer.
Bada bing bada boom, when I walk in I'm 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 I知 back in the nick of time and attacking a fickle mind I知 a jackal I値l rip his hide I知a tackle him, pick a fight,
I be Dracula set to bite in the black of the bitter night and I知 out. Poof.

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