paroles de chanson Whoa Whoa Whoa (Live) - Watsky
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
in
the
Autobahn,
fast
Like
Ramadan,
and
I
battle
young
padawans
all
the
damn
day
I'm
getting
naked
and
I'm
hopping
on
a
wrecking
ball
So
hot,
I
got
the
motherfucker
a
la
flambé
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
P.Y.T
You
wanna
see
me
speak,
then
I
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
then
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
freaking
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
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
them
and
I
hit
them
in
the
sternum
I
don't
even
got
to
enter,
but
I'm
gonna
win
the
tournament
That's
what
I'm
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
I'm
out
But
they
never
tend
to
give
me
the
benefit
of
the
doubt
Ever
since
I
was
a
little
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've
been
reading
my
scripture
Every
photo
bomber
wanna
be
in
my
picture
And
you
better
bet
I'm
living
every
single
day
Like
it's
the
motherfucking
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
the
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
the
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?
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