Biografia:
George Watsky (born September 15, 1986) is a writer and performer who believes in the equal power of the tear and the belly laugh. Born and raised in San Francisco and now based in Los Angeles, he aims to cross-pollinate the stage, screen and stereo with work that speaks to both the humor and frustrations of modern life.
George was featured on Season 6 of Russell Simmons Presents Def Poetry on HBO. He was the 2006 Youth Speaks Grand Slam Poetry Champion
Read more on Last.fm
Outras músicas:
- Hey, Asshole
- 4Am Monday
- Cannonball
- Cardboard Castles
- Chemical Angel
- Energy
- Fireworks
- Grass Is Greener
- Hand Over Hand
- Hey Asshole
- Idgaf
- Lets Get High And Watch Planet Earth
- Limo 4 Emos
- Moral Of The Story
- Ninjas In Paris
- Rich Girl
- Rome
- Roses
- Sarajevo
- Send In The Sun
- Show Goes On Mini
- Sloppy Seconds
- Stick To Your Guns
- Strong As An Oak
- Talking To Myself
- Tiny Glowing Screens Pt 1
- Tiny Glowing Screens Pt 3
- Welcome To The Family
- What Goes Up
- Whoa Whoa Whoa
- Wounded Healer
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Intro]
Dm C F C Bb
[Chorus]
Dm C F Bb
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
Dm C F Bb
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
(Pretty much the rest of this song goes)
Dm C F Bb
[Verse]
Dm C
I’m a phenomenon. And I gotta bring pain in the Octagon
F Bb
When I wanna spit game at a soccer mom I get it quicker than the left lane on the Audubon
Dm C
Fast; like Ramadan - and I battle young Padawans all the damn day
F Bb
I'm getting nekked and I'm hopping on a wrecking ball so hot I got that mothafucka a la flambé
Dm C
I go to Miley's house. I see that Miley's home.
F Bb
I play Miley's ribcage with my dick like it's a Xylie-phone
Dm C
Yes, that was highly fucked up but my skills are highly honed
F Bb
And if I was highly hyphy I might be more widely known
Dm C
Se la vie. Better pay my fee
F Bb
They kick it in Seattle in a Patagonia jacket, they get it in the Bay in a plain white tee
Dm C
Hey mami! You a PYT!
F Bb
Wanna see me speak? Then I go (go) go (go) go (go)!
Dm
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,
Dm
And PETA would never approve of the way I’ve been treating the music, I bleed it,
Db
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
Bb
I’m picking apart the muscle when I’m thinking about the hustle but I’m nice. Nice!
[Chorus]
Dm C F Bb
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
Dm C F Bb
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
[Verse]
Dm C
I'll jump the freeway median, I'm savage
F Bb
Cause my mode is that I'm meaner than the average
Dm C
Like my teacher taught me when I heard the crowd applaud
F (N.C.)
I thought I was an atheist until I realized I'm a God
Dm
It could hurt a bit when I murder shit in a moment I'll be tying off a tourniquet
F Bb
When I burn em and I hit em in the sternum, I don't even gotta enter but I'm gonna win the tournament
Dm C
That's what I'm all about. Do what I gotta do and never gonna pout
F Bb
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
Dm C
Ever since I was a little I kid I know that I've been looking for the hot hot spotlight
F Bb
And if you really wonder what I think about the competition, they were not not not tight
Dm C
I been reading my scripture. Every photobomber wanna be in my picture
F Bb
And ya betta bet I'm living every single day like it's the mothafuckin Catalina Wine Mixer
(N.C.)
Bada bing bada boom, when I walk in I'm the king of the room
(N.C.)
And I get it locked in like a king in a tomb, when I spit a toxin and they cough on the fumes
(N.C.)
Cause I’m back in the nick of time and attacking a fickle mind I’m a jackal I’ll rip his hid I’ma tackle him,
pick a fight,
(N.C.)
I be Dracula set to bite in the black of the bitter night and I’m out. Poof.
[Chorus]
Dm C F Bb
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
Dm C F Bb
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
Dm C F Bb
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
Dm C F Bb
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
Dm C F C Bb
[Chorus]
Dm C F Bb
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
Dm C F Bb
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
(Pretty much the rest of this song goes)
Dm C F Bb
[Verse]
Dm C
I’m a phenomenon. And I gotta bring pain in the Octagon
F Bb
When I wanna spit game at a soccer mom I get it quicker than the left lane on the Audubon
Dm C
Fast; like Ramadan - and I battle young Padawans all the damn day
F Bb
I'm getting nekked and I'm hopping on a wrecking ball so hot I got that mothafucka a la flambé
Dm C
I go to Miley's house. I see that Miley's home.
F Bb
I play Miley's ribcage with my dick like it's a Xylie-phone
Dm C
Yes, that was highly fucked up but my skills are highly honed
F Bb
And if I was highly hyphy I might be more widely known
Dm C
Se la vie. Better pay my fee
F Bb
They kick it in Seattle in a Patagonia jacket, they get it in the Bay in a plain white tee
Dm C
Hey mami! You a PYT!
F Bb
Wanna see me speak? Then I go (go) go (go) go (go)!
Dm
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,
Dm
And PETA would never approve of the way I’ve been treating the music, I bleed it,
Db
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
Bb
I’m picking apart the muscle when I’m thinking about the hustle but I’m nice. Nice!
[Chorus]
Dm C F Bb
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
Dm C F Bb
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
[Verse]
Dm C
I'll jump the freeway median, I'm savage
F Bb
Cause my mode is that I'm meaner than the average
Dm C
Like my teacher taught me when I heard the crowd applaud
F (N.C.)
I thought I was an atheist until I realized I'm a God
Dm
It could hurt a bit when I murder shit in a moment I'll be tying off a tourniquet
F Bb
When I burn em and I hit em in the sternum, I don't even gotta enter but I'm gonna win the tournament
Dm C
That's what I'm all about. Do what I gotta do and never gonna pout
F Bb
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
Dm C
Ever since I was a little I kid I know that I've been looking for the hot hot spotlight
F Bb
And if you really wonder what I think about the competition, they were not not not tight
Dm C
I been reading my scripture. Every photobomber wanna be in my picture
F Bb
And ya betta bet I'm living every single day like it's the mothafuckin Catalina Wine Mixer
(N.C.)
Bada bing bada boom, when I walk in I'm the king of the room
(N.C.)
And I get it locked in like a king in a tomb, when I spit a toxin and they cough on the fumes
(N.C.)
Cause I’m back in the nick of time and attacking a fickle mind I’m a jackal I’ll rip his hid I’ma tackle him,
pick a fight,
(N.C.)
I be Dracula set to bite in the black of the bitter night and I’m out. Poof.
[Chorus]
Dm C F Bb
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
Dm C F Bb
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
Dm C F Bb
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
Dm C F Bb
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
Wax Tailor
Waxahatchee
Waxx
Waylon Jennings
Wayne Newton
We The Lion
We Were Evergree (...)
We Were Promised (...)
Weakerthans
Weathers