Watsky, Max Miller-Loran, Mikos - Moral of the Story lyrics

And the moral of the story is
And the moral of the story is
(Work) till your arms fall off
Till your abs get hard and
Your bone’s all soft
(Just WORK) till your hands go numb
And they cramp and the fans
In the stands go dumb

I write till my fingers look
Like a bouquet of roses
You gotta bring yourself your flowers
Now in show biz
Focus it’s Quiet Coyote come on let’s go kids
Everybody get together with a study buddy
And then talk about the fucks
That I don’t give
Because it’s so big and explosive
But a lotta people don’t live
They don’t ever get a motive
If you got a goal you gotta
Hold onto what hope is
If I didn’t have it I would
Ask you where the rope is
Work is my church and so
The studio’s the closest
I spit it sick until my
Cootie flow’s the grossest
Don’t be so pissed just be
Focused on your own shit ‘Cause we
Supercalifornialisticsexyandweknowsit
You’re not my menace, I go for number one
Not a top five finish
You can have a chicken pot pie
But, I’m thinking that I’m gonna have
Another can of Popeye’s spinach
I’m a Rottweiler
Pop my collar when I pop my fur
You’re on my nerves, mark my words
Gotta put a leg up and then mark my turf

And the moral of the story is
And the moral of the story is
(Work) till your arms fall off
Till your abs get hard and
Your bone’s all soft
(Just WORK) till your hands go numb
And they cramp and the fans
In the stands go dumb

Work until I’m black and
Yellow black and yellow, worker bee
I just work until I’m black
And blue and burgundy
Burgundy, work until I earn
That rich mahogany
Honestly, can’t you tell I’m working
Bitch don’t bother me
Show some modesty, if you’re watching me
A bitch is anybody in my
Way it’s not misogyny
But, if you're blockin’ me I
Will soon defeat you
I will build a bridge above you
Or I’ll tunnel underneath you
I will eat you and excrete you and
I’ll feed you to the flowers
If I need to I’ll go through
You and absorb your fucking powers
I put in hour after hour
Let’s be crystal clear
I’m gonna get there if it takes
A day or fifty years
I’ll fingerbang my fears
I’ll fucking punch a dragon
Even with the Himalayas in my
Way it’s gonna happen
‘Cause waiting doesn’t work
And praying may not come through
And hoping doesn’t work so I
Will be the one to (work)

And the moral of the story is
And the moral of the story is
(Work) till your arms fall off
Till your abs get hard and
Your bone’s all soft
(Just WORK) till your hands go numb
And they cramp and the fans
In the stands go dumb

And maybe someday you might see
Me in a glossy photo
No weirdo’s rocked the bells as
Hard as me since Quasimodo