There And Back Again

Sometimes I think I'm too honest

But to be honest I'm sick, I'm bubonic

But less black than the plague which is vague cause the black plague as a name's kinda ironic

In that most black folks don't actually kill entire populations of european people, or move chronic

Who said they move chronic?

Were you away cous?

Cause if you ever smoked bud you know tress make you cough like the plague does

I hold my smoke in, toke up, lightweight yankee you'd faint from a baby buzz

Fuck you random english guy, take a long nap. Bhis is my song. begone, move along chap

Bugger

Yeah, that's right, walk away bitch

Remember what my name is (watsky)

Good, now that square dude is gone we can party

Let's get some mardis gras beads, weed and bacardi

The weed's gone, that british nobleman smoked our shit

And no one noticed it

Who cares bro, I'll party sober, I'm over it

I'm with my dogs yo, my dobermans at in n out

Feeling dope and shit

It's a local thing I get the cheese fries, then go home for a boca burger and a mocha drink

I go to yogurtland

I'm blowing smoke rings and speeding in the fast lane yodeling

Road soda tucked in the lap of the kid riding shotgun when the cops roll past motioning

For us to pull over but I don’t, I roll through a tollbooth, and then do donuts on the shoulder, knowing I’m the sofa king.

I won't brag

But believe me, I know swag

I'm feeling so sav

My friends in the backseat follow our police chase live on the plasma screen headrest tvs that I don't have

They warn me about the spike strips I swerve, and I fly through the burbs, but then I hit the curb

And my tire pops

I flee on foot but get tired stop

And invite the the firefighters and the night cops out to ihop

This is the life, homie, why knock it

I get high fives when I pop the top off my beer bottle with my eye socket

Man I'll be fine

I'm bleeding but the best beer goggles is to be blind

Is this seat taken?

Is that you british fool

I can't see shit, but know there's a seat vacant

It's me...

Well sit down dude, there's mad room

We just got food, but there's bound to be round two