Channel: WATSKY!

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Description: PREORDER THE NEW ALBUM "ALL YOU CAN DO" georgewatsky.com/presale iTunes DOWNLOAD: smarturl.it/Watsky.AYCD GOOGLE PLAY PREORDER: smarturl.it/AYCD.Google TOUR DATES: georgewatsky.com/tour facebook.com/gwatsky @gwatsky steelwoolentertainment.com Directed by Jackson Adams Director of photography- Alan Gwizdowski Edited by George Watsky VFX- Galen Frazer Featuring @Jimettarose Produced by Anderson .Paak Engineered by Nils Montan Co-written by Vicky Nguyen String arrangement by Kush Mody Horn arrangement by Max Miller-Loran Mixed by Justin Gerrish Mastered by Joe LaPorta for Sterling Sound Piano, synth, trumpet- Max Miller-Loran Bass- Kelsey Gonzalez Guitar- Jose Rios String section- Violin 1: Rhea Fowler; Violin 2: Crystal Alforque; Viola: Matthew Witmer, Cello: Max Mueller Verse 1 Happy's not a faucet that'll flow when a handle is turned I wanna handle my shit, but it hasn't occurred I need the stamina, keep on like my grandmama When I'm not on camera I gotta be a man of my word And be a greater guy, not some thin-as-paper guy Like the times that Georgie Porgie kissed the girl and made her cry Saying “see ya later, bye.” Shit I say is pretty strange Coming back for Christmas and we bitch on how the city changed Fuck it, man, we're changing too. Look at what we're going through Mama used to buy me shirts she said that I would grow into But it's draping on me like an apron or a cape, a great tsunami wave of cotton that I'm caught in that she bought at Ross—I know the cost of it was probably awesome but my style is sorta sloppy I'll fit it when I blossom like a California Poppy The tears are freezing on my cheek in Boston out in Copley And I don't really know why, no I don't really know why Chorus All you can do is all you can do is all you can do is all you can do is… Verse 2 So pour that liquor out. I never chickened out But if got to make a second pick I'd take a different route But a grip of my decisions pretty Mickey Mouse I tried to join the 27 Club, they kicked me out It was like I'm limpin into heaven while my dick is out And there's Amy Winehouse sittin on a cloud and drinking stout But she spits it out the moment I come gliding in She's all like, “come on Joplin, who the fuck invited him?! Hide all of the Heinekens!" No, they don't know my name My heart is lowkey broken so I'm takin Novocain And Jimmy Morrison (the Doors), and Brian Jones, you know, the Stones are joking, toking on a roach playing poker game I know that I'm a bastard. The walls are alabaster Jimi plays his Stratocaster jamming out with Kurt Cobain They're playing Purple Rain, or maybe Purple Haze And Kurt says, “How the fuck they let this jerk in with his hurtful ways?” I try to jump and spread my wings like I'm a bird of prey But I hit the earth and break a mothafucka’s vertebrate (hey) I guess I'm fucking up the blueprint for success Woke up in the hospital with Jimi's bootprint on my chest This recklessness, no common senses I Kamikaze, there's consequences I don't condone it, but I did it, I'ma own it I've been living for the moment gotta go (go!)