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watsky - breakbeat lyrics

life’s a b-tch
said violinists when i sold their violas
hissed like a hippie when you stole their granola
in the desert looking for a cherry cola
life’s hard like a cold areola
my thoughts tend to do hand grenade harm
i think, therefore i amputate arms
i’m not always a man with great charm
but i’ll be there like the mayor from state farm
i’m dedicated to getting better
like meth-heads are dedicated to finding methods of getting faded
defecated on microphones in every state in the land
so i better be scrubbing up before you’re shaking my hand
i’m making a stand
put me in a jam i hang tough
scram when i break my handcuffs
and i will shake every stake every fake soft motherf-cker off like flakes of dandruff
if they use my back as a staircase i get up in their face
and give em a rare taste
of genuine bear mace
if you’re in my airsp-ce, i’m shootin you down
if you think you’re king i’m surgically removing your crown
i’m movin around
have some trouble choosin a town
cause when i move i never lose any ground
at any given moment it’s hard to really tell
at what city i dwell
find me in philly bangin my head on the liberty bell
i tried but if you’re looking far
you don’t have to check where the rookies are
i work hard like a wookie barber
luke skywalker getting naughty hand caught in a cookie jar
i don’t know how many days before me
gonna go out in a blaze of glory
savor the phases, the crazy, the tame
and then tell an amazing story

- watsky lyrics

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