Live From Public Storage Watsky

[Hook]
You wanna know where I live
You wanna go where a boss does it big
You want a show of my glamorous digs
Well come on in baby baby welcome to my crib
Welcome welcome to my crib, welcome to my crib
Second story penthouse, that's what it is
Rent's 80 bucks and I got no mortgage
I'm coming live from Public Storaaaage!

[Verse 1]
How's that for a fast fact
Two months passed, I packed up my hatchback
There's no plan B I want see
You take the hills, the white pickets, the palm trees
I'm balling with my kitchen and my liquor cabinet and my closet
All together with my laundry
And baby if you want to come and cuddle
You know that I could just a lay a rug over the concrete
I'm living at a low cost
Plus you know I'm really loving having no boss
My home is where I'm at at the present moment
And I'm a stone that's always rolling so I gather no moss
I'm a travel show, it's catacombs not the baddest homes
I'll be a matador for the status quo
And if we have to battle then I'll saddle up and smack attackers
I defend my castle like the Alamo
I hope to be the averagest joe with the savagest flows
So imagine this schmoe as a catalyst
Moving passionate masses with
All these mattresses propped up with packages
I don't need to brag, fuck a diva tag
I don't think you'll ever see me up in People Mag
But if paparazzi ever wants me they can stalk me to the backseat of my car and snap me in my sleeping bag