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released March 6, 2020

Produced by Watsky & Ryan Spraker
Mixed by Pat Dicenso
Mastered by Howie Weinberg

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George Watsky is a poet, author and hip hop artist.

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Track Name: Advanced Placement
What’s in the recipe of an identity?
How do we get to be here?
Am I a maniac? Am I a braniac?
And will it ever be clear?
I’ve been sticking my pennies into the back of my piggybank
Getting permission before I’m petting the kitty cat
I’ve been taking a minute for really shedding the babyfat
Whatup, whatup, whatup, whatup, whatup?
This bizarre unfolding of my wings was quite a trip
All the pretty colors in the sky began to ripple, drip and stipple like a Lichtenstein
Pimples on my mind
Hey, what’s poppin people? The apocalypse is nigh!
Ever since the pitterpatter of your little feet upon the patio you knew you didn’t want to be
predictable
Coulda been so simple but you had to make it difficult
Got the city at your fingertips but got this shit to pull
Gotta keep on pushing it and pushing it and pushing till it falls down
Maybe you’ll be laughing in the end
But I’ma keep at the edge of my seat ‘cause you said what you needed
The web’s undefeated, you do what you gotta: Hakuna Matata
So ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Gotta make it look easy
Simple as pi (31415926)
Gotta make it look easy
But this life is never (never) never (never) never (never) never (never)
One big piece of cake
One big piece of cake
Big fat piece of cake
Never (never) never (never) never (never) never (never)
Your ass is now in advanced placement
You could be ready for heaven above
I could be seventy-seven and killin’ it
Puffin’ a jay that I keep in the glove
Right by the rubbers so we could be intimate
And if you’re tucking me into me my bed
Baby then maybe we’ll make illegitimate cinema
We could take out the camera
take a look at my stamina, so mechanical
I’m not even an animal, not a vegetable

I’m not even a mineral, but I’m mythical
I’ve become metaphysical when I dig in my tentacles
With the temperament of a savant
For the benefit of better people who want to pick apart the script instead of wishing to
participate
I piss upon your head until it trickles to your little tiny brain and then disintegrates
I yell into your ear and hear an echo (echo), I’m a sicko (sicko)
I say wake up, wake up, it’s stick up, stick up!
While ya drink up (drink up) all the hot gossip in your teacup (teacup)
I’m a (I’m a) cold faucet and I’m leaking
And if’n you’re feeling wet
Check kisswatskysgluteusmaximus.net. Yeah!
Gotta make it look easy
Simple as pi (31415926)
Gotta make it look easy
But this life is never (never) never (never) never (never) never (never)
One big piece of cake
One big piece of cake
Big fat piece of cake
Never (never) never (never) never (never) never (never) never!
No light without dark
No growth without pain
No cake without [screams]
Track Name: Best Friend The Floor
Chorus
I’ve been down before
I’ve been down before
I’ve been down before
My best friend, the floor
Verse 1
Met you in a parking lot out in Santa Cruz
Said your life’s pretty dark and you gotta choose
Cause your home’s not a home not in any way
So on the phone you were like “Umm, anyway…
hey, think it’s time that I end it all”
So I stall trying to not let you end the call
Cause as long as you’re here and you don’t go
I won’t have to face that I fear what I don’t know

Driving doing donuts all around my head
Watch me flip my miyada baby now I’m dead
I’m a punk, such a punk, but I don’t pretend to know you
I don’t pretend to know you
So why should I say that you’ve got to stay
When every time I fell in love I walked away
Fair play. But this is not like that, no it’s not like that
We fit nice. Hand to glove
So will you take some advice from a mna in love
Cause the one, one thing that I know for sure
Is we’re gonna get out, yeah we’re gonna get out
Verse 2
So I would lie on my back
And I would stare at the crack
On my ceiling I would snap right in half
Just like the roof of our shack
It happened in the quake of 1989
And every time that I was not feeling fine
I’d ditch that crack and I would fall down the coast
down to Santa Cruz, fall down to Santa Cruz
And I’m so lucky that I got friends I’m so glad for that
And all my nonsense, they won’t stand for that
So all my rejects, hit the eject button, take a heat check, cousin
We could not be nothing if we wanted to
Wannabes, I wanna honor you
Shout out to all the cool kids out at Bonnaroo
goner you, goner me, watch for the gonorrhee:
clap clap clap clap clap, honestly
Have your fun before the day is done
In the warm California sun—Boardwalk!
Have your fun before the day is done
In the warm California sun
Bridge
Warm California sun
Warm California sun
Warm California sun
Warm California sun
I’ve been down before
Track Name: Savage
Something I was sad about

Does that make me savage?
Chorus
You got me feeling like my tongue is a machete
Each time I think of you I’m sharpening the blade
Does that make me savage?
Say I’ll never hurt you while I twist the knife again
While I twist the knife again
Something I was sad about
While I twist the knife again
Something I was sad about
While I twist the knife again
Something I was sad about
All I want is everything that ever was and ever will be
You can kill me if you think that that’s too much to ask
But if you shoot I want the world’s greatest death scene
And the world’s collected treasure shoved inside my diamond-studded cask
And yeah I covet love,
So when I went and told her that I loved her like I never loved another
It was burning in my marrow
I could not imagine how my world was gonna spin, but it spun
And I know, so did I
If you need me I’ll be hiding over there
Cause I want my fucking privacy
But sometimes also I would like to really overshare
And a silly golden chair
A throne to call my own, a home for my entitled ass
Where o I can act like I don’t care
Climb Rapunzel’s hair and then be dunzo
Or a dunce cap and a stool
An empty corner that a fool can sit and stare at
And think on how I hurt her
Murder murder murder
Murder murder murder
Bridge
For whatever it’s worth, I still hope that you’re good
Just ‘cause you can doesn’t mean that you should
Track Name: Undermine
Undermine, undermine, undermine
Undermine, undermine, undermine
Undermine, undermine, undermine
I don’t know, I don’t know
What to say, what to say
Either “fuck you” or “I’m sorry”
Guess it just depends on the day
Sorry for the damage I did
Fuck you for the years that we lost
Maybe there’s no saving us left
But I still say “I love you” under my breath
Undermine, undermine, undermine
Under my breath
Undermine, undermine, undermine
Under my breath
Undermine, undermine, undermine
Under my breath
All the walls, all the walls
Rip em down, Rip em down
Every nail, every every nail
Pull em out, pull em out with your teeth
I’ve been busy biting my tongue
Now I got the bloodiest grin
I hope you live a wonderful life
But you’re finished living under my skin
Undermine, undermine, undermine
Under my skin
Undermine, undermine, undermine
Under my skin
Undermine, undermine, undermine
Under my skin
Under my skin
Under my skin
Under my skin
It’s a pity a part of me’s so petty
My tendency is to pick at the old scabs
Maybe you could forever be unready
I’m not ready to say that there’s no chance
Take whatever is heavy and hold steady

I’ll be surfing the ebb and the flow, working on letting it go
Looking for heaving above, living in heaven below
Listen, I know that were getting bigger
I figure the clock is ticking, but if I’m digging and digging
and hitting nothing but rock I’ll be stopping until I’m useful
I know that soon it’ll become a possibility
we’re not gonna be meeting til we’re at another funeral
Had an epiphany, I know you’re not my enemy
and if I’m thinking different the distance‘ll be the death of me
Destiny hasn’t ever been part of my life philosophy
but I believe in opening every window you find
If your window’s missing you draw a frame on the side of the wall
with a silver Sharpie and then you open it wide
If it doesn’t open at least you know that you tried
And what can you do but try?
Maybe you and I were never meant to be tight
But say that we were to live for a ten-century life
you could always change your mind
right up to 999
Undermine, undermine, undermine
Undermine, undermine, undermine
Undermine, undermine, undermine
Track Name: Dreams & Boxes
I think I know where all my problems come from (California)
I never really had the guts to look under that log
I need them all, all, all to love me
But they see through me so easy
I wish I could believe in your god
Sounds fun! We could throw rocks out of heaven
I get these dark thoughts every day now
I never thought I’d be that one
Good news I’m way too scared to do it
And I have too much fun being scared
I’m in this for life
Like it or not
I’m not going anywhere, anywhere
I’m in this for life
Like it or not
You will have to drag me by the neck

I’m not gonna bail
Writing on the ceiling of the box while the coffin the nailed
California dreamin while the demons are hot on our tail
Hop a curb, yes that was me offa the trail officer
No, I don’t have a good reason
I was just in a mood to go seeking
Heard a hard poem, it had my heart thumpin
Start my blood pumping again
This one is for the people who raised me up
It’s for the people who raised me up
If you remember one thing then remember how it felt
when you felt for the first time
This one is for the people who raised me up
It’s for the people who raised me up
If you remember one thing then remember how it felt
I’m in this for life
I’m not going anywhere, anywhere
I’m in this for life
Drag me by the neck
You want your holy grail
Try not to overthink it
I try but always fail
But I want it so damn bad
I’m addicted to life
If I lived how I thought that you want me to live
I don’t think you’d like what you got
If I shot my poetry out of a cannon
Would it make it any better?
If you fill a gun with glitter
What’ll become of the bullet
if you’re only suffering under a vail

I’m in this for life
Like it or not
I’m not going anywhere, anywhere
I’m in this for life
Like it or not
You will have to drag me by the neck

This one is for the people who raised me up
It’s for the people who raised me up
If you remember one thing then remember how it felt
when you felt for the first time
This one is for the people who raised me up
It’s for the people who raised me up
If you remember one thing then remember how it felt
I dreamed I understood myself completely
we were having a party in a house falling out of the sky
Every clique showed up
The ones who love the small of gasoline
The shy beautifuls
The microphone eaters
The gimme gimme gimmes
The maybe next years
The boring childhooders who trashed their lives for fun
The house rotated as it made it through a storm,
eyeball-sized hail sailed sideways through the windows
as the single pane, survived-the-great-fire hundred-year-old glass all smashed
We laughed and dropped the hailstones in our drinks and danced
We started chanting some optimistic that we knew that it was maybe mostly bullshit
But that if we even still felt one tenth of one percent how we felt in that moment in the
morning that it would be an energy could shake neighborhoods from their foundations
We dragged ourselves on a twenty-mile mission to fill our goblets in the kitchen
Got stopped by a hallway goblin named Frank who said he once dreamed Karl Marx and Rosa
Parks were beating the shit out of him which gave him a full body orgasm
I told him my dad analyzes dreams for a living and believes they’re portals to the subconscious
I don’t judge you— we’re all weirdos,
my dad still refuses to drive beamers because they made cars for Hitler
But I always suspected that was convenient logic for a family that could only afford used station
wagons
I told him in a drawer in my house I found a matchbook from my dad’s 1955 Bar Mitzvah
It still has nine dry unused matches that haven’t been torn from the cardboard
It’s a time machine and remains my second most precious possession
Do you understand this Frank? You’re in presence of a motherfucker who owns fire from the
past
Can you imagine getting high with a flame from 1955? Can you?
Do you feel connected to your ancestors? Do you?
Do you ever feel strange? Wonder how the world’s gaze has shaped you?
Do you fear being shaken by the shoulders like an etch a sketch
Being mugged for your memories? I do

They are my first most prized possession
My very first memory was sitting in high chairs with my brother the day the Bay ripped in two
The earthquake shook the china from the shelves and we clapped because we didn’t
understand
I told him my mother’s father died in a plane crash
I told him my brother grew up to be a pilot
The captain, which apparently the apparently the building had and was my brother, came over
the intercom, which apparently the building had, and alerted the party that house was starting
the spin faster and soon it would be time to hit the ground, so either buckle your seatbelts say
your prayers or find someone to fuck
It was all true, China was smashing against the ceiling
Me and Frank said our goodbyes easily once I realized I’d been having a conversation in the
mirror. I climbed out a window and hung onto a drain pipe and watched the stars paint the sky

Little boxes
on the hillshide
Elbows ass and my knees and toes
I got my elbows ass and my knees and toes
Little boxes
on the hillshide
Elbows ass and my knees and toes
I got my elbows ass and my knees and toes
I see the ghosts on every corner
Of the people that we used to be
So many that they sit upon the shoulders
of their brothers and their sisters
While our city slips into the sea
Danny in DC Tee getting stomped in the head on Clement St
Kids in the black boots
Dad’s got the long hair, dad’s hired, getting fired
Everybody wave—Me in the ambulance!
Mom’s got my pills in the paper bag, bills on the table
that was before they were really real people
And the punks grabbed my bike in the Safeway parking lot
chased em for five blocks, never got it back

Verse
We were already fading I just didn’t know it yet

Holding onto the lie of my perfection tucked under my arm like a late Blockbuster cassette
And fuck yeah I was hard for miss popular
Been jockin her but she couldn’t see where I sat with binoculars
binaca stashed in my pocket, shot the good shot, the good lord, she blocked it
Cherish the small the tragedies
The big ones are smoking out in the bathroom and loitering for the moment when nobody sees
em coming, an opening they can jump in make a total catastrophe
My family tried to hold it together
But now that we can’t hold it together
We hold each other closer instead
Danny in the deep blue Sea getting wasted on the MUNI out to DP
kids with the tall cans
Dad’s got the short hair, dad’s not retired quite yet
Every wavebody—Me in the ambulance!
Mom’s plays guitar and she sings to us near to us
that was before we were really real people
And the Punks grabbed my bike in the Safeway parking lot,
chased em for five blocks, never got it back
Little boxes
on the hillside
There’s a blue one and a yellow one
And they all look just the same
Track Name: The Price of Growing Up
We’re just some fleas on the back of some slightly bigger fleas
on a dog on a boat full of holes that barely floats
on a sea full of souls full of secrets we can’t know
Facing facts isn’t nice
but it’s the price of growing up
it’s the price of growing up (repeat)
We get to drive, get to smoke, get to fuck and vote then booze
Get to bruise like a peach when we lose it all
But you only lose what was gained, and we gained so much
So thanks (thanks!) for the drinks (cheers!) here’s the check
It’s the price of growing up (repeat)
[harmonica solo]

It’s the price of growing up (repeat)
Track Name: Border In My Heart
I know the forces
Of good and evil
wage a war inside of every heart
But I won’t build a, build a border
Inside my heart!
Verse 1
I’m coming in strong,
if you’re not angry, what the fucks wrong witcha?
I’d rather be a lover than a fighter
but if you don’t fight the fight’ll come getcha anyway
The stakes are too high
if you ride the fence you picked the wrong side
Being polite has been beyond tried
If you’re sick of shit think it’s the time to say
This is not normal
This is not normal
Don’t let this be normal
Verse 2
If I don’t respect ya I don’t salute ya
I don’t respect ya I don’t expect ta
I’m no saint, but these are no humans
fill up their purse and watch all the world ruined
If that was too vague, Donald J Trump is a thug and plague
And if he signed your check you belong at The Hague
Hey! Everybody say sing it now
This is not normal
This is not normal
Don’t let this be normal
Lube up your ear, screw whatcha hear future’s unclear
But this is not normal
Track Name: Embrace The Quake
My city is the best
My people are the best
My ego is a bulletproof vest, I know
I’m aiming at the heart
I’m famous to my mom
I’m gonna play my part, I was born for it
Hell yeah I been afraid
I’m shaking in my boots
I do it anyway
I’m a fool poet
You’re nothing special
Til something special click click click click click click clicks
If you could know
When you would die
Give you the date and time
Would you agree?
Would you feel free
If you could plan your life?
I do my mushrooms on the first of—the year
I got a swimming pool that’s filled up with fear
Another swimming pool that’s filled up with love
Cannonball! cannonball! It’s death from above
Do you fear that you fear too much?
Do you feel that you feel too much?
Embrace the quake
Embrace the quake
Do you fear that you fear too much?
Do you feel that you feel too much?
Embrace the quake
Embrace the quake
If you could turn all of your fears into a living beast
Then could you stare dead in its eye?
Would you be scared?
Dead in the eye (repeat)
I’m coming atcha from the strong side (oh no)
I’m prepared to pay a tall price (oh no)
can you see it in my wild eyes? (oh no)
I refuse to live a small life (oh no)
Track Name: Black Hole Eyes
Pull my tongue out, rip my head off
Paint the galaxy with what you find inside
How’d you like to grab on where our wings should be
And pull each other open wide?
Been thinking being trapped alive in amber
Wouldn’t be an awful way to die
Little spider, little spider, look me in the eye
If you could spill me silky out across the milky way that’s how I want to die
Hover over me and smother me
don’t let me draw another breath tonight
We only get one shot at being torn to pieces
I think we could get it right
It’s been a boring couple years
and I could use a good obliteration now
Black hole eyes
The first time I looked in your eyes
You sucked me into the void
I look forward to being destroyed
Black hole eyes
Fuck me up
Fuck me up
Fuck me up
Fuck me up
Fuck me up
Come on, fuck me up
Fuck me up
Fuck me up
Fuck me up
Black hole eyes

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