Whoa Whoa Whoa (Clean) - 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 soccermom

I get it quicker than

The left lane on the audubon

Fast like 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 mothaf**ka 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 f**ked 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

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 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'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 s**t

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 motherf**king 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 hid

I'm a 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

Whoa whoa whoa

What do you take us for

Whoa whoa whoa

What do you take us for

Whoa whoa whoa what do you take us for

Whoa whoa whoa what do you take us for