Watsky - All I Ever Wanted lyrics
[Watsky - All I Ever Wanted lyrics]
DJ Nu-Mark, Cut Chemist
Thank you for the inspiration
My looks wrong, I know I sound odd
But when I hit the mic the first time
I found God
I'm not downtrodden, lack a great bod
And I be looking more like
The crowd on Cape Cod
But ever since I pumped up my Reeboks
Before "Fiddy" and his unit from the G block
I been rhyming in the mirror, blending in
Like a diamond in the clear
Trying to strut it like a peacock
I taught myself how to beat box
When I was listening to J5 and Pete Rock
2Pac and Chief Rock, you know, that we gotcha
Chillin' like a meat locker
Hotter than some sriracha
Sip a bitter memory
And make an ugly face as if
It's nothing but some cheap vodka
Just some fuckin' mind erasers
But, I'm from the bay
And we don't spend a dime on chasers
All I wanted to do is write rhymes
All I ever wanted to do is write rhymes
All I ever wanted to do is write rhymes
(Huh?) Is that a crime?
(What?) To write rhymes?
I don't be an economist
I don't want to be a cheap novelist
I don't want to be a weed or a botanist
I don't want to be a pimp or bottom bitch
I don't want to be a strip club manager
And I'd hate to be a strip club janitor
Mopping up for crusty ass customer
Bustin' their nuts in the cuts
I just wanna bust a verse
I don't wanna be a court jester
I don't want to be a royal poison tester
I don't wanna pick up dog
Crap for park and rec
And I don't want to be a doghouse architect
I don't want to be a server
I don't want to flip beef burgers
Be a beat maker a Walmart greeter
A CEO, an astronaut or a fucking sheep herder
All I wanted to do is write rhymes (Oough)
All I ever wanted to do is write rhymes
(What?)
All I ever wanted to do is write rhymes
(Okayyy, Huh?) Is that a crime?
(What?) To write rhymes?
But the sad fact is
Most real folks don't get
Don't get to practice
What we love for a living we do backflips
And no matter where we're at on the atlas
Earth spins on it's axis
It's back to the rat race
We run the hamster wheel at a mad pace
We'll run laps till our last days
Just a beast till the last rose
Petal drops in the glass case
I'm one of a lucky bunch
But, I upchuck my free
Lunch when sucker punched
I'm fucking up, I don't want to free pass
When my ancestors potatoes rotted
In the field they would have to eat grass
And folks put on ski masks
When their back's against the
Wall throwing right hooks
And I just wanna pen verses, write hooks
Man I'm such lucky asshole
Someone fucking slap me with my rhymebook
All I ever wanted to do
I said, all I ever wanted to do
All I ever wanted to do
Man, all I ever wanted to do
Thank you for the inspiration
My looks wrong, I know I sound odd
But when I hit the mic the first time
I found God
I'm not downtrodden, lack a great bod
And I be looking more like
The crowd on Cape Cod
But ever since I pumped up my Reeboks
Before "Fiddy" and his unit from the G block
I been rhyming in the mirror, blending in
Like a diamond in the clear
Trying to strut it like a peacock
I taught myself how to beat box
When I was listening to J5 and Pete Rock
2Pac and Chief Rock, you know, that we gotcha
Chillin' like a meat locker
Hotter than some sriracha
Sip a bitter memory
And make an ugly face as if
It's nothing but some cheap vodka
Just some fuckin' mind erasers
But, I'm from the bay
And we don't spend a dime on chasers
All I wanted to do is write rhymes
All I ever wanted to do is write rhymes
All I ever wanted to do is write rhymes
(Huh?) Is that a crime?
(What?) To write rhymes?
I don't be an economist
I don't want to be a cheap novelist
I don't want to be a weed or a botanist
I don't want to be a pimp or bottom bitch
I don't want to be a strip club manager
And I'd hate to be a strip club janitor
Mopping up for crusty ass customer
Bustin' their nuts in the cuts
I just wanna bust a verse
I don't wanna be a court jester
I don't want to be a royal poison tester
I don't wanna pick up dog
Crap for park and rec
And I don't want to be a doghouse architect
I don't want to be a server
I don't want to flip beef burgers
Be a beat maker a Walmart greeter
A CEO, an astronaut or a fucking sheep herder
All I wanted to do is write rhymes (Oough)
All I ever wanted to do is write rhymes
(What?)
All I ever wanted to do is write rhymes
(Okayyy, Huh?) Is that a crime?
(What?) To write rhymes?
But the sad fact is
Most real folks don't get
Don't get to practice
What we love for a living we do backflips
And no matter where we're at on the atlas
Earth spins on it's axis
It's back to the rat race
We run the hamster wheel at a mad pace
We'll run laps till our last days
Just a beast till the last rose
Petal drops in the glass case
I'm one of a lucky bunch
But, I upchuck my free
Lunch when sucker punched
I'm fucking up, I don't want to free pass
When my ancestors potatoes rotted
In the field they would have to eat grass
And folks put on ski masks
When their back's against the
Wall throwing right hooks
And I just wanna pen verses, write hooks
Man I'm such lucky asshole
Someone fucking slap me with my rhymebook
All I ever wanted to do
I said, all I ever wanted to do
All I ever wanted to do
Man, all I ever wanted to do