Urodził się George Watsky (ps. Watsky); wokalista i autor tekstów.
[37. rocznica]
Z albumu All You Can Do, wydanego 12 sierpnia 2014 roku, pochodzi singiel „Whoa Whoa Whoa (All You Can Do)”.
Watsky – Whoa Whoa Whoa (All You Can Do)
Najczęściej występujące słowa: im, it (18 razy)
Tekst piosenki
Whoa whoa whoa What do you take us for? I'm a phenomenon, and I gotta bring pain in The Octagon When I wanna spit game at a soccer mom I get it quicker than the left lane in the Autobahn, fast Like Ramadan, and I battle young padawans all the damn day I'm getting naked and I'm hopping on a wrecking ball So hot, I got the motherfucker a la flambé I go to Miley's house, I see that Miley's home I play Miley's ribcage with my dick, like it's a Xylie-phone Yes, that was highly fucked up but my skills are highly honed And if I was highly hyphy, I might be more widely-known C'est la vie, better pay my fee They kick it in Seattle in a Patagonia jacket They get it in the Bay in a plain white tee Hey mami! You a P.Y.T You wanna see me speak, then I go, go, go, go! Cause, every time I get a beat, I know I gotta beat it up I bend it then I break it then I chop it then I eat it up And PETA would never approve of the way I've been treating the music, I bleed it, I bruise it I kick it to the curb and then I'm sipping on my bourbon I be freaking it, doing it, keeping it moving I'm picking apart the muscle when I'm thinking about the hustle But I'm nice, nice! Whoa whoa whoa What do you take us for? I jump the freeway median, I'm savage Cause my mode is that I'm meaner than the average Like my teacher taught me when I heard the crowd applaud I thought I was an atheist until I realized I'm a God It could hurt a bit when I murder shit In a moment, I'll be tying off a tourniquet When I burn them and I hit them in the sternum I don't even got to enter, but I'm gonna win the tournament That's what I'm all about I do what I got to do and never gonna pout And I hope that it would have been the end of it and I'm out But they never tend to give me the benefit of the doubt Ever since I was a little kid I know that I've been looking for the hot, hot spotlight And if you really wonder what I think about the competition They were not-not-not tight I've been reading my scripture Every photo bomber wanna be in my picture And you better bet I'm living every single day Like it's the motherfucking Catalina Wine Mixer Bada bing, bada boom! When I walk in, I'm the king of the room And I get it locked in like the king in a tomb When I spit a toxin and they cough on the fumes Cause I'm back in the nick of time and attacking the fickle mind I'm a jackal, I'll rip his hide, I'ma tackle him, pick a fight I be Dracula, set to bite in the black of the bitter night And I'm out, poof Whoa whoa whoa What do you take us for?1986