Little Slice (feat. Danny Skyhigh McClain)

Watsky

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    And the clouds are red and pink
    Like they're wearing a tube of lipstick
    The Sun is dimming while dipping a toe into the Pacific
    Just gimme a hot jacuzzi
    A spliff and we'll watch a movie
    I'm spiffy, man in a jiffy I'm lifted and living groovie

    I'm a groupie to the good life
    Looking for a taste of paradise
    I don't need the whole pie
    Just wanna have my little slice

    I found the fountain of youth
    And went skinny dipping up in it
    I pick up the lucky pennies
    Epiphanies every minute
    I run the money to Coinstar
    And watch the cash from the ticket
    I snatch my homies whatever they want
    At Denny's and kick it

    'Til the mothafuckin' Sun rise
    So many folks I love right here
    But it hasn't been a good night
    Until the shit gets kinda weird

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    I'm a groupie to the good life
    Looking for a taste of paradise
    I don't need the whole pie
    Just wanna have my little slice
    I'm a groupie to the good life
    Looking for a taste of paradise
    I don't need the whole pie
    Just wanna have my little slice

    I got a stylish private island
    Inside of my mind the size of Hawaii
    And when I'm vibing you're likely
    To find me deep in my psyche
    Hiding out peeping a flying V of neon pelicans
    Filling the psychedelic horizon like
    Wow, what just happened?
    I'll please have what he's having
    And how can I come ride that wave?

    I'm a groupie to the good life
    Looking for a taste of paradise
    I don't need the whole pie
    Just wanna have my little slice
    I'm a groupie to the good life
    Looking for a taste of paradise
    I don't need the whole pie
    Just wanna have my little slice

    Don't give a damn if I'm damp, I dance in the rain
    I decided to celebrate like the sky is dumping champagne on me
    Paint every clap of thunder as Heaven popping a bottle
    Jump in and paddle the deepest puddles
    Strap on my goggles
    I gotta seek what I lack
    When I'm weak, gotta act
    I'm a freak, it's a fact
    But I can't say that I mind
    Gotta leave those thoughts behind
    And I hop in my car and I bob in my seat
    When I'm dropping to the beat as I mob the beach
    And I stop and I park at the top of a cliff in the dark
    And I'm digging on the stars in the sea
    Shining like a fistful of diamonds
    That somebody went and threw into the sky
    But they ricochet off
    And a couple of 'em fell into the water
    And they sink the bottom
    And I think that I saw some
    But I blink and lost 'em
    And I drink in the awesome view
    Infinite kilometers of water and the tiny ships moving across 'em
    If I'm getting money then I get it while I can
    But if I'm not, I better live it up and dammit I demand
    To give it every single breath I got inside of me
    And try to be the man

    I'm a groupie to the good life
    Looking for a taste of paradise
    I don't need the whole pie
    Just wanna have my little slice

    I'm a groupie to the good life
    Looking for a taste of paradise
    I don't need the whole pie
    Just wanna have my little slice

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    Composición: George Watsky, Kushagra Mody y Frans Mernitz

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