Watsky on April 04, 2011 05:29

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    If I could go back then (back then)
    If I could go back when (back when)
    And step into the past (way back)
    I'd do it all again (again)
    If I could go back then (back then)
    If I could go back when (back when)
    I was a stupidass (dumbass)
    I'd do it all again (again)

    Verse 1
    I might have a weak chin, but i don't have a glass jaw
    so watch your fist glance off my cheek skin and back off
    i cut my teeth on the blacktop, i'm used to something cruel
    cause in my youth, my tooths were crowded as the public schools
    where we moved above the rules
    where the currency was percocets
    where i showed up early rocking headgear and turtlenecks
    this nerd'll flex and you won't see this man pout
    cause the traits that got us beat down, are what make us stand out
    so let your tongue hang out if you got lips like Mick Jagger
    plant and stand proud with that little kid swagger
    the subtle it factor of the baddest individuals
    cause adamant originals don't end up in pigeon holes
    which gets my thinking it's a damn shame dorks
    don't pop their pimples like they're champagne corks
    I work the quirks, cause if I didn't start sloppily
    I'd never clean up this cotdamn properly

    Verse 2
    I never threw like Elway
    or overthrew like El Che
    so i moved to LA, to the land of milk and self hate
    But one day, I'll strip and then strut buck down the sunset strip as it was a runway
    I'm thinking maybe Sunday
    and if you need sensei for sexy, just text me. I stay by San Vicente and La Brea where the rent's cheap
    so you can't tempt me, with a Beamer, Benz or Bentley
    that's complete with penis envy, and even keyless entry
    'cause see, I'm makeing ends meet, care to be friendly?
    And make ends meet? In my backseat in an awkward frenzy
    Once in a parking lot while practicing anatomy
    I was knocking elbows till the music zapped the battery
    and dammit it was bad but I'm not mad I brought my A game
    even we sat there naked the man from Triple A came
    and it was way lame, but I've got on good authority,
    she boldly told the sordid story to her whole sorority

    Verse 3
    Some days I wake up and i wonder 'what would Buddha do?'
    And then I jump into my fruity little Subaru
    some dudes'll front 'how do you do, mama?'
    because some women see the mula, and say 'ooh lala'
    but i say 'woo-sah'
    i don't smooch on muchachas who need mucha
    to mooch off. i'm cool for like a futon out in Utah
    a yurt up in the yukon
    when hurtin but i'll go back to herding stupid yaks in Bhutan
    or cop a coupe with coupons
    but when you get a F.U.P.A. like a dugong
    i'll treat you supa dupa we can't do wrong
    cause beauty is a dude who puts the moves on, then moves on
    we're all moving as true pawns
    and get chewed in the food chain
    we're all nude in the new dawn
    brain screwed on
    with a plain birthday suit on
    so let's graduate human, summa cum laude, huge honors,
    so you goners should do the do and do wander the blue yonder
    cause trying to fool the future takes too long


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