Watsky Follow

[Chorus]Whoa whoa whoaWhat do you take us for? (2x)[Verse 1]
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 mother fucker a la flambĂŠ
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-phoneYes, 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 (P.Y.T)You wanna see me speak, then I go, go, go, go, go
Every time I get a beat, I know I gotta beat it upI bend it, then I break it, then I chop it, and eat it up
And PETA would never approve of the way I've been treating the musicI bleed it, I bruise it, I kick it to the curbAnd 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 hustleBut I'm nice (nice!)[Chorus]I jump the freeway median, I'm savageCause my mode is that I'm meaner than the averageLike my teacher taught me, when I heard the crowd applaudI 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 tournamentThat's what I'm all about
I do what I got to do and never gonna poutAnd I hope that it would have been the end of it and I'm outBut they never tend to give me the benefit of the doubt
Ever since I was a little kidI know that I've been looking for the hot, hot spotlight
And if you really wonder what I think about the competitionThey 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 fumesCause I'm back in the nick of timeAnd I'm attacking the fickle mind
I'm a jackal, I'll rip his hideI'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]