fight! fight! fight!
watsky
then roll your sleeves up
and we can meet outside right now
took notes from charlotte
paint the white house scarlet
pennsylvania ave was the last red carpet
then bush relapsed like a rehabbed starlet
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
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
and against the one two one two step
for ones who come correct
with a big mac and a rack of natty ice
sticking to the facts of life
said if you're taller better follow who you're stepping on
cause i'll be brawling like the fighting irish leprechaun
i don't need a chart to see
no chardonay pumping through my arteries
i should take the harder way
at least this starter t is feeling like an armor piece
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
sleeping and meeting suitable wife
while luda's throwing bows in a-town
i'll be throwing blows like little children on the playground
if you're on lower plane like when a boeing lands
my fist detaches at the wrist
so i'll be throwing hands