Whoa Whoa Whoa

Watsky

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Tono:
Dm C F C Bb [Chorus]
Dm C F Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take
Bb us for?
Dm C F Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take
Bb us for? (Pretty much the rest of this song goes)
Dm C F Bb [Verse]
Dm I’m a phenomenon. And I gotta
C bring pain in the Octagon
F When I wanna spit game at a soccer
Bb mom I get it quicker than the left lane on the Audubon
Dm Fast; like Ramadan - and I battle
C young Padawans all the damn day
F I'm getting nekked and I'm hopping on a wrecking ball so hot I got
Bb that mothafucka a la flambé
Dm I go to Miley's house. I see that
C Miley's home.
F Bb I play Miley's ribcage with my dick like it's a Xylie-phone
Dm Yes, that was highly fucked up but
C my skills are highly honed
F Bb And if I was highly hyphy I might be more widely known
Dm C Se la vie. Better pay my fee
F They kick it in Seattle in a Patagonia jacket, they get it in the
Bb Bay in a plain white tee
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Dm C Hey mami! You a PYT!
F Wanna see me speak? Then I go (go)
Bb go (go) go (go)!
Dm Every time I get a beat I know I gotta beat it up, I bend it then I break it then I chop it and I eat it up,
Dm And PETA would never approve of the way I’ve been treating the music, I bleed it,
Db I bruise it, I kick it to the curb and then I’m sipping on my bourbon I be freakin it doing it, keeping it moving
Bb I’m picking apart the muscle when I’m thinking about the hustle but I’m nice. Nice! [Chorus]
Dm C F Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take
Bb us for?
Dm C F Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take
Bb us for? [Verse]
Dm C I'll jump the freeway median, I'm savage
F Cause my mode is that I'm meaner
Bb than the average
Dm Like my teacher taught me when I
C heard the crowd applaud F (N.C.) I thought I was an atheist until I realized I'm a God
Dm It could hurt a bit when I murder shit in a moment I'll be tying off a tourniquet
F When I burn em and I hit em in the
Bb sternum, I don't even gotta enter but I'm gonna win the tournament
Dm That's what I'm all about. Do what
C I gotta do and never gonna pout
F And I hope that it woulda been the
Bb end of it and I'm out,but they never tend to gimme the benefit of the doubt
Dm Ever since I was a little I kid I know that I've been looking for the
C hot hot spotlight
F And if you really wonder what I
Bb think about the competition, they were not not not tight
Dm I been reading my scripture. Every
C photobomber wanna be in my picture
F And ya betta bet I'm living every
Bb single day like it's the mothafuckin Catalina Wine Mixer (N.C.) Bada bing bada boom, when I walk in I'm the king of the room (N.C.) And I get it locked in like a king in a tomb, when I spit a toxin and they cough on the fumes (N.C.) Cause I’m back in the nick of time and attacking a fickle mind I’m a jackal I’ll rip his hid I’ma tackle him, pick a fight, (N.C.) I be Dracula set to bite in the black of the bitter night and I’m out. Poof. [Chorus]
Dm C F Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take
Bb us for?
Dm C F Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take
Bb us for?
Dm C F Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take
Bb us for?
Dm C F Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take
Bb us for?
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Composición: George Watsky

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