Watsky

Watsky

Whoa Whoa Whoa
Composição de (Brandon Anderson/Aaron Carmack/Miles Douglas/Matt Merisola/George Watsky)
Intro: Dm C F C Bb        

         Dm              C           F       Bb 
Chorus: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 

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! 

         Dm              C           F       Bb 
Chorus:Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for? 
Dm              C           F       Bb    
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for? 

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. 

         Dm              C           F       Bb 
Chorus: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?

Enviado por: Wellysson Ferreira

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