Watsky - Royal Fuckups lyrics

All my royal fuckups all my royal fuckups
Don't let all the stuck up
Folks go keeping you down

All my royal fuckups
Come on let's get fucked up
All my royal fuckups
Rock your Burger King crown

You gotta grow the roots if
You want the tree trunks
You want a garden then you
Gotta pull the weeds up
Look do you want to succeed?
Yeah I want to succeed but
Fuck it planting seeds sucks
From Brooklyn to Seattle you want the cream
Squeeze the udder on the cattle
I fell off of the horse so
Many times I'm thinking that
Some mother fucker must have spread


Some butter on the saddle
I'm getting battered when the ump
Is yelling batter up
Not jumping when the pitch is coming
But, I didn't have a cup or grab
My nuts and nobody would blame me
If I emptied out my bladder like
A baby babbling before this battle
I tried to storm the castle i went to court
The judge he hit me with his gavel
So would you rather be up
The creek without a oar
Or have somebody beat you with the paddle?


They say you fail a hundred
Times before you really win
And then you fail a hundred
More before you will again
If that's true then I'm a diligent
1 in a million failure i'm brilliant
I was a silly little freak
Didn't listen when the teacher told
Me not to speak so she moved me and my
Desk out of the classroom
And I sat out in the hallway for a week
I had to yell my name for roll call (Watsky)
I tried to take it higher like a pole vault
In time all of my problems tend to snowball
But when I fall I can't be
Angry it's my own fault
So if they throw salt
They get a shake of pepper
The bitter beginning means the
Victory will taste better