(Rafael Casal) I get up, you get down to this Keep cool, but get loud to this When it drops can't deny The mic's turned off but I'm So if you want to This young son come out tonight And this one will give out the vibe With this mic off I'm still (amplified)
1 We don't just poems, we got a mic jones (mike jones!) giving a fuck, ripping it up in different zones I know it's so apropos that it's gotta be I was Flowing so hard in the car off the top of my when I drove home That my own flows gave me road So go man Fuck it if you're celibate Fuck the music if you do it you're selling it well equipped, man We do it for the hell of it, never delicate hella ripped off the wind fire water top rock echo box Yo man we got Cosby doing shots I've been em the melanin's irrelevant I'm yellin and you'll feel it from the ceiling to the sediment intelligent epic and the Bay you're tripping if youre thinking that getting away
2 The sun is up and running through me weather is getting better, be gloomy Let's get together, gather up and get it and If you don't like my motherfuckin music Sue me A new me. A new reason to be. so unseasonably The ill summer grill supper with free sides cut to the B It's Watsky covered in batter and and refried The speakers are the roof the tweeters the are proof The meters are up in the the subs, the mids, the highs the highers the lows the cones all duh we're amped, that's the god damn we flowing low in this moment only to sew and be growing over the roses and now that we broke it open we know we're dope enough we're hoping no one just can't get live is how we get amplified
3 (Rafael Casal) Yeah I got something to on On the kind of song heard you just keep on We out in here keeping the trees blown So lean on me, need more gain Freeman Turn me up a little I'ma get a Yeah the game's up with a little distraction But I'm passionate, yes, somewhat of a Here to murder words, hold the rest of em ransom Wondering I'm gonna do to blow all them lids back I tell em to get back, that's how we leave an In track-form, if you don't feel me then give me my disc And be to get you a diss track Shit man I'm but somewhat of a monster When I get down to laying songs So we'll be there at a as loud as the Bay will allow Watsky, good thing you're around to the crowd