advanced placement
Singer:watsky
what's in the recipe of an identity?
how do we get to be here?
am i a maniac? am i a braniac?
and will it ever be clear?
i've been sticking my pennies into the back of my piggybank
getting permission before i'm petting the kitty cat
i've been taking a minute for really shedding the babyfat
this bizarre unfolding of my wings was quite a trip
all the pretty colors in the sky began to ripple
drip and stipple like a lichtenstein
what's poppin people? the apocalypse is nigh
ever since the pitterpatter of your little feet upon the patio you knew you didn't want to be
coulda been so simple but you had to make it difficult
got the city at your fingertips but got this shit to pull
gotta keep on pushing it and pushing it and pushing till it falls down
maybe you'll be laughing in the end
but i'ma keep at the edge of my seat cause you said what you needed
you do what you gotta: hakuna matata
but this life is never never never never
your ass is now in advanced placement
you could be ready for heaven above
i could be seventy-seven and killin' it
puffin' a jay that i keep in the glove
right by the rubbers so we could be intimate
and if you're tucking me into me my bed
baby then maybe we'll make illegitimate cinema
we could take out the camera
take a look at my stamina
i've become metaphysical when i dig in my tentacles
with the temperament of a savant
for the benefit of better people who want to pick apart the script instead of wishing to participate
i piss upon your head until it trickles to your little tiny brain and then disintegrates
i yell into your ear and hear an echo
while ya drink up all the hot gossip in your teacup
i'm a cold faucet and i'm leaking
and if'n you're feeling wet
check kisswatskysgluteusmaximus.net. yeah
but this life is never never never never
never never never never never