[Chorus]
Whoa, whoa, whoa
What do you take us for?
Whoa, whoa, whoa
What do you take us for?

[Verse 1]
Never been a tough guy
Skin looking like I need a little sunshine
Jack of all trades here, hoping that enough is enough, maybe just this one time
Get off Pinterest, stop Twittering
Open up your ears, start listening
Cause I paid all my dues, plus interest, in the hopes that you'll find this interesting
I'm an underdog headed for the playoffs
I'm at the terminal getting ready for takeoff
But the runway's full, so we're gonna be delayed 'til a spot clears and my work pays off
But what a sweet flight that'll be
When we land, I'll treat everyone to Applebee's
And if I'm still sober, when the day comes, I'll have a virgin raspberry daiquiri
'Til then, can you spare five bucks?
I swear, if this doesn't work out, I'm fucked
I've never been one to take risks, but I got a royal flush
Sure I'm bluffing?
Wanna try my luck?
I finally see the light
I know what I got to do
I'm wrapping up my past in a little, tiny package, and I'm gonna send that package to Timbuktu
My head's back in the game
Ain't nothing gonna stop me now
I swear to God I'm like Superman, leaping tall buildings in a single bound
The Force is with me, and my spider-sense is tingling
I’m so close that I can taste it, and I’ll get there if it kills me
[Chorus]
Whoa, whoa, whoa
What do you take us for?
Whoa, whoa, whoa
What do you take us for?

[Verse 2]
I’m superhuman and my superpower’s super real
My life’s a living loop of stupid movie blooper reels
I’m a student at the Institute of Schmoozing
And I’m smoother than a smoothie
You can let me know how losing feels
My wounds all healed
All I got is a few little scars
And I'mma keep going 'til I'm living in a mansion with my homies and we're all smoking Cuban cigars
And we're all driving beautiful cars
Cause you know I gotta shoot for the stars
I just got off the phone with Father Time
When the paperwork's finished, the future is ours
Life handed me my lemons by the metric tonne
So, I took them and did something no one's ever done
I made my lemonade, and mixed it with some Ketel One
Bottled it, and sold it, and I brought enough for everyone
You heard right, I make a profit from my problems
When a situation rises, I'll rise higher just to squash it
And running my mouth, that was the purpose I was created for
You think I'm gonna stop that short of my prime?
I don't know what the fuck you take me for
[Chorus]
Whoa, whoa, whoa
What do you take us for?
Whoa, whoa, whoa
What do you take us for?

[Outro]
Watsky, thank you for writing this
I sleep with it