PLACEMENT

by Watsky

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1.
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]
2.
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
3.
Savage 03:33
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
4.
Undermine 03:41
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
5.
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
6.
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)
7.
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
8.
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)
9.
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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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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