Whoa Whoa Whoa Lyrics - All You Can Do - 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 soccer mom 

I get it quicker than the left lane in the Autobahn, fast 

Like Ramadan, and I battle young padawans all the damn day 

I'm getting naked and I'm hopping on a wrecking ball 

So hot, I got the motherfucker 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 fucked 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 P.Y.T 

You wanna see me speak, then I 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 then 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! 

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Whoa whoa whoa 

What do you take us for? 

Whoa whoa whoa 

What do you take us for? 

I 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 them and I hit them in the sternum 

I don't even got to enter, but I'm gonna win the tournament 

That's what I'm all about 

I do what I got to do and never gonna pout 

And I hope that it would have been the end of it and I'm out 

But they never tend to give me the benefit of the doubt 

Ever since I was a little 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've been reading my scripture 

Every photo bomber wanna be in my picture 

And you better bet I'm living every single day 

Like it's the motherfucking 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 the 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 the fickle mind 

I'm a jackal, I'll rip his hide, 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 

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Whoa whoa whoa 

What do you take us for? 

Whoa whoa whoa 

What do you take us for?