Watsky - Breakbeat lyrics

Life's a b**h Said violinists when I sold their violas Hissed like a hippie when you stole their granola In the desert looking for a cherry cola Life's hard like a cold areola My thoughts tend to do hand grenade harm I think, therefore I amputate arms I'm not always a man with great charm But I'll be there like the mayor from State Farm I'm dedicated to getting better Like meth-heads are dedicated to finding methods of getting faded Defecated on microphones in every state in the land So I better be scrubbing up before you're shaking my hand I'm making a stand Put me in a jam I hang tough Scram when I break my handcuffs And I will shake every stake every fake soft motherf**er off like flakes of dandruff If they use my back as a staircase I get up in their face And give em a rare taste Of genuine bear mace If you're in my airspace, I'm shootin you down If you think you're king I'm surgically removing your crown I'm movin around Have some trouble choosin a town Cause when I move I never lose any ground At any given moment it's hard to really tell At what city I dwell Find me in Philly bangin my head on the Liberty bell I tried but if you're looking far You don't have to check where the rookies are I work hard like a Wookie barber Luke Skywalker getting naughty hand caught in a cookie jar I don't know how many days before me Gonna go out in a blaze of glory Savor the phases, the crazy, the tame And then tell an amazing story