Watsky - Whoa whoa whoa

[Chorus:]^DmWhoa whoa whoa, ^Cwhat do you ^Ftake us ^Bbfor? ^DmWhoa whoa whoa, ^Cwhat do you ^Ftake us ^Bbfor?

^DmI’m a phenomenon. And I gotta b^Cring pain in the Octagon ^FWhen I wanna spit game at a soccer mom ^BbI get it quicker than the left lane on the Audubon ^DmFast; like Ramadan - and I battle young Padawans ^Call the damn day ^FI'm getting nekked and I'm hopping on a wrecking ball so hot I got that mothafucka ^Bba la flambé ^DmI go to Miley's house. I see that ^CMiley's home. f Bb I play Miley's ribcage with my dick like it's a Xylie-phone ^DmYes, that was highly fucked up but my skills are ^Chighly honed ^FAnd if I was highly hyphy ^BbI might be more widely known ^DmSe la vie. Better ^Cpay my fee ^FThey kick it in Seattle in a Patagonia jacket, they get it in the ^BbBay in a plain white tee ^DmHey mami! You a ^CPYT! ^FWanna see me speak? Then I go (go) go (g^Bbo) go (go)! ^DmEvery 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, ^DmAnd PETA would never approve of the way I’ve been treating the music, I bleed it, ^DbI 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 ^BbI’m picking apart the muscle when I’m thinking about the hustle but I’m nice. Nice!

[Chorus:]^DmWhoa whoa whoa, ^Cwhat do you ^Ftake us ^Bbfor? ^DmWhoa whoa whoa, ^Cwhat do you ^Ftake us ^Bbfor?

^DmI'll jump the freeway median, ^CI'm savage ^FCause my mode is that I'm meaner than the ^Bbaverage ^DmLike my teacher taught me when I heard the crowd a^Cpplaud F (N.C.) I thought I was an atheist until I realized I'm a God ^DmIt could hurt a bit when I murder shit in a moment I'll be tying off a tourniquet ^FWhen I burn em and I hit em in the sternum, ^BbI don't even gotta enter but I'm gonna win the tournament ^DmThat's what I'm all about. Do what I gotta do and ^Cnever gonna pout ^FAnd I hope that it woulda been the end of it and I'm out, ^Bbbut they never tend to gimme the benefit of the doubt ^DmEver since I was a little I kid I know that I've been looking for the ^Chot hot spotlight ^FAnd if you really wonder what I think about the ^Bbcompetition, they were not not not tight ^DmI been reading my scripture. Every photobomber wanna ^Cbe in my picture ^FAnd ya betta bet I'm living every single ^Bbday 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:]^DmWhoa whoa whoa, ^Cwhat do you ^Ftake us ^Bbfor? ^DmWhoa whoa whoa, ^Cwhat do you ^Ftake us ^Bbfor?

^DmWhoa whoa whoa, ^Cwhat do you ^Ftake us ^Bbfor? ^DmWhoa whoa whoa, ^Cwhat do you ^Ftake us ^Bbfor?