Ashtin Larold - Watsky "Whoa Whoa Whoa Remix" lyrics

[Chorus: x2] Whoa, whoa, whoa What do you take us for? [Verse 1: Ashtin Larold] Never been a tough guy Skin looking like I need a little sunshine Jack of all trades here, hoping that enough is enough, maybe just this one time Get off Pinterest, stop Twittering Open up your ears, start listening Cause I paid all my dues, plus interest, in the hopes that you'll find this interesting I'm an underdog headed for the playoffs I'm at the terminal getting ready for takeoff But the runway's full, so we're gonna be delayed 'til a spot clears and my work pays off But what a sweet flight that'll be When we land, I'll treat everyone to Applebee's And if I'm still sober, when the day comes, I'll have a virgin raspberry daiquiri 'Til then, can you spare five bucks? I swear, if this doesn't work out, I'm f**ed I've never been one to take risks, but I got a royal flush Sure I'm bluffing? Wanna try my luck? I finally see the light I know what I got to do I'm wrapping up my past in a little, tiny package, and I'm gonna send that package to Timbuktu My head's back in the game Ain't nothing gonna stop me now I swear to God I'm like Superman, leaping tall buildings in a single bound The Force is with me, and my spider-sense is tingling I'm so close that I can taste it, and I'll get there if it k**s me [Chorus: x2] [Verse 2] I'm superhuman and my superpower's super real My life's a living loop of stupid movie blooper reels I'm a student at the Institute of Schmoozing And I'm smoother than a smoothie You can let me know how losing feels My wounds all healed All I got is a few little scars And I'mma keep going 'til I'm living in a mansion with my homies and we're all smoking Cuban cigars And we're all driving beautiful cars Cause you know I gotta shoot for the stars I just got off the phone with Father Time When the paperwork's finished, the future is ours Life handed me my lemons by the metric tonne So, I took them and did something no one's ever done I made my lemonade, and mixed it with some Ketel One Bottled it, and sold it, and I brought enough for everyone You heard right, I make a profit from my problems When a situation rises, I'll rise higher just to squash it And running my mouth, that was the purpose I was created for You think I'm gonna stop that short of my prime? I don't know what the f** you take me for [Chorus: x2] [Outro] Watsky, thank you for writing this I sleep with it