Watsky, Jimetta Rose - All You Can Do lyrics

Happy's not a faucet that'll flow
When a handle is turned
I wanna handle my shift
But it hasn't occurred
I need the stamina, keep on like my grandmama
When I'm not on camera
I gotta be a man of my word
And be a greater guy
Not some thin-as paper guy
Like the times that Georgie Porgie kissed
The girl and made her cry
Saying, "See you later, bye
" shit I say is pretty strange
Coming back for Christmas
And we bitch on how the city changed
Fuck it, man, we're changing too
Look at what we going through
Mama used to buy me shirts she
Said that I would grow into
But, it's draping on me like
An apron or a cape
A great tsunami wave of cotton that I'm
Caught in that she bought at Ross
I know the cost of it was probably awesome
But my style is sorta sloppy
I'll fit it when I blossom
Like a California Poppy
The tears are freezing on my cheek
In Boston out in Copley
And I don't really know why, no
I don't really know why all you can do is
All you can do is all you can do is
All you can do is

So pour that liquor out
I never chickened out
But, if I got to make a second pick
I'd take a different route but a grip of my
Decisions pretty Mickey Mouse
I tried to join the 27 Club
They kicked me out
It was like I'm limping into Heaven
While my dick is out
And there's Amy Winehouse sitting on
A cloud and drinking stout
But she spit's it out the
Moment I come gliding in
She's all like, "Come on Joplin
Who the fuck invited him?!
Hide all of the Heinekens!" No
They don't know my name
My heart is low-key broken
So I'm taking Novocain
And Jimmy Morrison, The Doors, and
Brian Jones you know, the Stones?
Are joking
Toking on a roach playing a poker game
I know that I'm a bastard
The walls are alabaster
Jimi plays his Stratocaster
Jamming out with Kurt Cobain
They're playing "Purple Rain" or
Maybe "Purple Haze" and Kurt says
"How the fuck they let this jerk
In with his hurtful ways?"
I try to jump and spread my wings
Like I'm a bird of prey
But, I hit the earth and
Break a motherfucker’s vertebrate, hey
I guess I'm fucking up
The blueprint for success
Woke up in the hospital with
Jimi's bootprints on my chest
This recklessness, no common senses
I Kamikaze, there's consequences
I don't condone it, but I did it, I'ma own it
I've been living for the moment gotta go
(go) 'cause all you can do, is
All you can do, is all you can do, is
All you can do, is all you can do, is
All you can do, is all you can do, is
All you can do, is