Watsky

All You Can Do
Happy's not a faucet that'll flow when a handle is turned I wanna handle my shit, but it hasn't occurred I need the stamina, keep on like my grandmama When I'm not on camera I gotta be a man of my word And be a greater guy, not some thin-as-paper guy Like the times that Georgie Porgie kissed the girl And made her cry, saying, see ya later, bye Shit I say is pretty strange Coming back for Christmas and we bitch on how the city changed Fuck it, man, we're changing too, look at what we going through Mama used to buy me shirts she said that I would grow into But it's draping on me like an apron or a cape, a great tsunami wave of cotton that I'm caught in that she bought at Ross—I know the cost of it was probably awesome but my style is sorta sloppy I'll fit it when I blossom like a California Poppy The tears are freezing on my cheek in Boston out in Copley And I don't really know why, no I don't really know why All you can do, is All you can do, is All you can do, is All you can do, is So pour that liquor out. I never chickened out But if I got to make a second pick I'd take a different route But a grip of my decisions pretty Mickey Mouse I tried to join the 27 Club, they kicked me out It was like I'm limping into heaven while my dick is out SongtexteAnd there's Amy Winehouse sitting on a cloud and drinking stout But she spits it out the moment I come gliding in She's all like, “come on Joplin, who the fuck invited him?! Hide all of the Heinekens!" No, they don't know my name My heart is lowkey broken so I'm taking Novocain And Jimmy Morrison the doors, and Brian Jones, you know, the Stones Are joking, toking on a roach playing a poker game I know that I'm a bastard. The walls are alabaster Jimi plays his Stratocaster jamming out with Kurt Cobain They're playing Purple Rain, or maybe Purple Haze And Kurt says, “How the fuck they let this jerk in with his hurtful ways?” I try to jump and spread my wings like I'm a bird of prey But I hit the earth and break a mothafucka's vertebrate (hey) I guess I'm fucking up the blueprint for success Woke up in the hospital with Jimi's bootprints on my chest This recklessness, no common senses I Kamikaze, there's consequences I don't condone it, but I did it, I'ma own it I've been living for the moment gotta go (go!) Cause All you can do, is All you can do, is All you can do, is All you can do, is All you can do, is All you can do, is All you can do, is All you can do, is Aus Songtexte Mania