WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | Watsky - Whoa Whoa Whoa Chords | Ver. 2
{INTRO}
Am G C G F AM
{CHORUS x2}
Am G C G F Am
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
Am G C G F Am
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
{VERSE 1}
Am G
I'm a phenomenon. And I gotta bring pain in the Octagon
C
When I wanna spit game at a soccer mom
G C
I get it quicker than the left lane on the Audubon, fast
G
Like Ramadan - and I battle young Padawans all the damn day
C
I'm getting nekked and I'm hopping on a wrecking ball
C
so hot I got that mothaf**ka a la flambe
Am G
I go to Miley's house. I see that Miley's home.
C G F
I play Miley's ribcage with my dick like it's a Xylie-phone
Am G
Yes, that was highly f**ked up but my skills are highly honed
C G F Am
And if I was highly hyphy I might be more widely known
Am G
Se la vie. Better pay my fee
C
They kick it in Seattle in a Patagonia jacket,
G F
They get it in the Bay in a plain white tee
Am G
Hey mami! You a PYT!
C G F Am
Wanna see me speak? Then I go go go go!
Am
Every time I get a beat I know I gotta beat it up,
G
I bend it then I break it then I chop it and I eat it up,
C
And PETA would never approve of the way
G
I've been treating the music, I bleed it,
Am
I bruise it, I kick it to the curb and then I'm sipping on my bourbon
G
I be freakin it doing it, keeping it moving
C G
I'm picking apart the muscle when I'm thinking about the hustle but
F
I'm nice! Nice.
{CHORUS x2}
Am G C G F Am
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
Am G C G F Am
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
{VERSE 2}
Am G
I jump the freeway median, I'm savage
C G
Cause my mode is that I'm meaner than the average
Am G
Like my teacher taught me when I heard the crowd applaud
C G F {N.C.}
I thought I was an atheist until I real-ized I'm a God
Am
It could hurt a bit when I murder sh*t
G
In a moment, I'll be tying off a tourniquet
C
When I burn them and I hit them in the sternum
G
I don't even got to enter, but I'm gonna win the tournament
Am
That's what I'm all about
G
I do what I got to do and never gonna pout
C
And I hope that it would have been the end of it and I'm out
G
But they never tend to give me the benefit of the doubt
Am
Ever since I was a little kid
G
I know that I've been looking for the hot, hot spotlight
C
And if you really wonder what I think about the competition
G
They were not-not-not tight
Am
I've been reading my scripture
G
Every photo bomber wanna be in my picture
C
And you better bet I'm living every single day
G
Like it's the motherf**king Catalina Wine Mixer
Am
Bada bing, bada boom!
G
When I walk in, I'm the king of the room
C
And I get it locked in like the king in a tomb
G
When I spit a toxin and they cough on the fumes
Am {N.C.}
Cause I'm back in the nick of time and attacking the fickle mind
I'm a jackal, I'll rip his hide, I'ma tackle him, pick a fight
I be Dracula, set to bite in the black of the bitter night
And I'm out, poof
{CHORUS x2}
Am G C G F Am
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
Am G C G F Am
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
