Watsky (george Watsky) - Fight! Fight! Fight! lyrics

[Chorus (Talkbox)] If you don't like me And it's looking likely I don't like you You'll have to fight me If you don't ease u Then roll your sleeves up And we can meet outside right now [Verse 1] Spun a web of lies, took notes from charlotte Throw a red herring, paint the white house scarlet Pennsylvania ave was the last red carpet Then Bush relapsed like a rehabbed starlet (I feel carsick) Stop the Paris Hilton carousel Hot as hell it smells like kerosene and caramel America's flaring and we're carrying a parasols Paranoid of terror cells parents scared of aerosols Said if you care at all Fight for the ones who fall Fight for the ones who can't Fight for the one for the all And fight for the ones who rep (yes) For the one percent At the bottom And against the one two one two step For ones who come correct I don't want to sit back With a big mac and a rack of natty ice Six pack in my lap Skinemax on blast Sticking to the facts of life (Right) said If you're taller better follow who you're stepping on Cause I'll be brawling like the fighting irish leprechaun [Verse 2 (Dahlak)] [?] [Verse 3] I don't need a chart to see That I look hard to me No Chardonay pumping through my arteries My heart'll say I should take the harder way If I got a part to play, I won't make it Bartleby At least this Starter T is feeling like an armor piece The cloth is guarding me Like it's righteous artistry So far to lead us to indagadenevita To seeking god in your freedom To god i gotta lead a vida bonita Cause see to lead a beautiful life Is more than eating, sleeping and meeting suitable wife You gotta fight! While luda's throwing bows in A-town I'll be throwing blows like little children on the playground Hey now, you should know the bay Seeming sorta tame We can go insane If you're on lower plane like when a boeing lands My fist detaches at the wrist So I'll be throwing hands