Watsky
Okej jag lade märke till att jag bara typ har bloggat om papegojor hittills och det är ju inte jätteroligt. (jo okej JAG tycker det men)
Så här är en George Watsky.
Han är bäst i världen. Han och Snook är det enda remotely hiphopiga jag lyssnar på någonsin men aaahh både han och Snook är BÄST.
Watsky är, förutom världens bästa poet, typ finaste människan på jorden. Helt underbar ok?
"everyone's always got something to plug online, something to pimp out, myself included. today i'm plugging: the sky. it's dope. please check it out and repost. the sky is dope in the morning, and especially at night. if you live out in the country, the sky is especially dope. look up at the sky and gain an appreciation for the vastness of creation. it will humble you. the sky also has many other d
Ghosts must always feel like they're visiting their old high school
They don't recognize any of these new kids
The halls, they twist the same, but there are all these odd new posters on the walls
When I'm trying to get to get bed
I start thinking about endings
And instead of simply counting trying to sleep
I'm counting down
I'm sacrificing sheep
At parties
I wander from room to room not sure what I'm looking for
I think I'm supposed to find another person here
when I smoke too much weed
And I get paranoid that every pair of eyes is glued to me
And maybe they are
And I'm not crazy
And the spirit of every bastard who ever had a drink in this place is back for old times' sake
Maybe there's a million of them
having their own party beside us
and they're staring
thinking, "Look at all those lonely, solid people
Pretending to check their cell phones
Grandma lived 99 years and never learned to drive
At the end of her life
She didn't know one person left in her own age
God's a bully and he makes it rain dodgeballs
You can stand off in the corner and you might last a little longer
But you'll never win that way
Så här är en George Watsky.
Watsky är, förutom världens bästa poet, typ finaste människan på jorden. Helt underbar ok?
"everyone's always got something to plug online, something to pimp out, myself included. today i'm plugging: the sky. it's dope. please check it out and repost. the sky is dope in the morning, and especially at night. if you live out in the country, the sky is especially dope. look up at the sky and gain an appreciation for the vastness of creation. it will humble you. the sky also has many other d
ope things inside of it (birds, insects, planets). also, in terms of perspective, if there's life in other worlds, we are part of their sky. so in a way, liking the sky is like liking yourself. like i said, i know you are busy, but this is VERY IMPORTANT. PLEASE SUPPORT THE SKY AND DONATE TO IT BY CONTINUING TO BREATHE. THANK YOU"
Watsky Ghosts must always feel like they're visiting their old high school
They don't recognize any of these new kids
The halls, they twist the same, but there are all these odd new posters on the walls
When I'm trying to get to get bed
I start thinking about endings
And instead of simply counting trying to sleep
I'm counting down
I'm sacrificing sheep
At parties
I wander from room to room not sure what I'm looking for
I think I'm supposed to find another person here
when I smoke too much weed
And I get paranoid that every pair of eyes is glued to me
And maybe they are
And I'm not crazy
And the spirit of every bastard who ever had a drink in this place is back for old times' sake
Maybe there's a million of them
having their own party beside us
and they're staring
thinking, "Look at all those lonely, solid people
Pretending to check their cell phones
Grandma lived 99 years and never learned to drive
At the end of her life
She didn't know one person left in her own age
God's a bully and he makes it rain dodgeballs
You can stand off in the corner and you might last a little longer
But you'll never win that way
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