Watsky - Whoa Whoa Whoa - text písně

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’ve been treating the music
I bleed it, I bruise it, I kick it to the curb
And then I’m sipping on my bourbon
I be freakin it doing it, keeping it moving
I’m picking apart the muscle
When I’m thinking about the hustle but I’m nice. Nice!

Whoa whoa whoa. What do you take us for?
Whoa whoa whoa. What do you take us for?

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’m back in the nick of time
And attacking a fickle mind I’m a jackal
I’ll rip his hide I’ma tackle him, pick a fight
I be Dracula set to bite in the black of the bitter night
And I’m out. Poof

Whoa whoa whoa. What do you take us for?
Whoa whoa whoa. What do you take us for?

Přidal: semir11 dne 26. 06. 2014 v 15:31.
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