You will if you didn't feel it before Ever since I was a kid never really been bored Swinging from building to building with my umbilical chord But they don't know what I really endured They say Godzilla been summoned but we're not running Attila the Hun is coming, we're killin his horde Spilling my innards, I fell on my sword And now my blood is filling up from ceiling to floor I'm swimming though it, I'm swallowing fluid Knew I had to do it so I grew like a million gills Cause evolution is kill or be killed Your Mrs. isn't equipped to be having kids Have her listen to what I'm spitting It's like sniffing fertility pills This illegitimate village idiot bridging original shit with digital Catching a carrier pigeon, sticking a chip in his wing and hitching a ride But there's a glitch in the system inside Got this ambition, I'm keeping the freshest fish in my kitchen I catch em quick when get em to bite (right) This kind of killing could fill a pelican bill And my delicatessen will keep my recipe tight (right) You kinda Gollumy, go ahead try to follow me But if you're solid we build a colony, bruh Calling Me Maybe, they popping molly These babies are sniffling like they're chuggin some quality phó
Paul Watsky interview I'm playing with the house's money now, cause I thought we were on our way out during the Cuban Missile Crisis. I was, ah, in my late teens-I fell asleep waiting for the missile to fall dead center on my apartment, crash through the ceiling, and that was gonna be the end of everything. And I was amazed when I woke up the next morning and I was still alive
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Compositores: George Watsky, Jose Rios ECAD: Obra #11601878