Watsky - Whoa Whoa Whoa Lyrics

[Chorus:]
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for? [x2]

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*cka 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*cked up but my skills are highly honed
And if I was highly hyphy I might be more widely known
Se 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!

[Chorus]

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 photobomber wanna be in my picture
And ya betta bet I'm living every single day like it's the mothaf*ckin 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'ma tackle him, pick a fight,
I be Dracula set to bite in the black of the bitter night and I'm out. Poof.

[Chorus x2]