Fight! Fight! Fight! Watsky (Ft. Dahlak Brathwaite)

[Verse 1: Watsky]
Spun a web of lies, took notes from Charlotte
Throw a red herring, paint the White House scarlet
Pennsylvania Ave was the last red carpet
Then Bush relapsed like a rehab starlet
I feel carsick
Stop the Paris Hilton carousel
Hot as hell and smells like kerosene and caramel
America's flaring and we're carrying parasols
Paranoid of terror cells, parents scared of aerosols
Said if you care at all, fight for the ones who fall
Fight for the ones who can't, fight for the one for the all
And fight for the ones who rep, and fight for the one percent
At the bottom against the one-two-one-two step for the ones who come correct
I don't wanna sit back with a Big Mac and a rack of natty ice
Six pack on my lap, skinemax on blast, sticking to the facts of life (Right)
Said if you're taller better follow who you're steppin' on
Cause I'll be brawling like the fightin' Irish leprechaun

[Chorus]
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth
Till the smoke clears out - am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth
Till the smoke clears out - am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse