[Hook: Watsky]
Calling all cars, cars
Calling all cars
All, all, all
Calling all cars, calling all cars, calling all cars
We've got a sick emcee aboard
He's got big ideas, is armed and dangerous
He could make it so be alarmed (We need to hollow behind bars)

[Verse 1: watsky]
So if you're throwing stones at a glass house
I've got some pebbles in my dome, so let's rock this party out
I said rock this party out! (okay!)
You start with the windows, I'll start with the walls
And we'll keep rolling boulders untill the motherfucker falls
Crash this party line like mardi gras tonight and we got all the beads
Got the powers to be stripping off their dignity like daddy's little princess in a girl's gone wild tee
Now let me see you dance for me
(How about some jazz hands please)
How about I act a madman and go battling our deamons, splitting, traveling to Eden now by paddling upstream
I got half a mind to do it, and the other half to do it faster
Plastered off a bag of weeds like dandelion wishes still out floating in the breeze
Getting lifted to the treetops off a spliff rolled up with chronic purple mountain majesties
Circle past and I'll pull tragedy and flip it on the man
I see two squad cars in a nasty accident in traffic jam