Watsky, ShockWave - An Open Letter (Interlude) lyrics

An open letter to the fat, arrogant
Anti-charismatic
National embarrassment known as
President John Adams shiiiiiit!

The man's irrational
He claims that I'm in league
With Britain in some
Vast international intrigue

Trick, please,! You wouldn't know what I'm doin'
You're always goin' berserk
But, you never show up to work
Give my regards to Abigail

Next time you write about my
Lack of moral compass
At least I do my job up in this rumpus! (OH)
The line is behind me, I crossed it again
Ooh, the president lost it again



Aw, such a rough life
Better run to your wife
"Yo, the boss is in Boston again"
Let me ask you a question: who sit's
At your desk when you're in Massachusetts?
They were calling you a dick back in '76

And you really haven't done
Anything new since
You're a nuisance with no sense
You would die of irrelevance
Go ahead, you aspire to my level
You aspire to malevolence

Say hi to the Jeffersons!
And the spies all around me
Maybe they can confirm
I don't care if I kill
My career with this letter
I'm confining you to one term
Sit down, John, you fat motherfucker!
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