Letras NOTHING LIKE THE LAST TIME - Watsky

NOTHING LIKE THE LAST TIME

How bout we party til 4, then you get the fuck out the door?!\nCan I be happy?\nWake up in the morning and my phone grabs me\nSo many people suffering\nBut every day I’m hustling (for the bag)\nMy ID card says I’m from the Bay and I gig so hard\nThat my heart falls out my ass\nBut on my face I wear the mask\nCan I let my ego shout?\nYou might be surprised how a kid turns out\nWhen a crippling terror of rejection gets a redirection\nWanna find out? Go and fuck around\nYou still got no understanding of me?\nYou thought I wouldn’t stick the landing? Please\nJust when you realize I’m the fuckin truth\nI shut my magician case and then go poof\nTried counting em up\nI played a hundred thousand gigs\nIn coffee shops for college kids\nWe rocked eight hundred thousand plus\nMe and my friends in the bus\nBut there’s so many more\nI’ll never count to know the score\nLet’s say nine hundred ninety nine\nCause that sounds fine\nI wish I could believe in fate\nA master plan to set us straight\nBut when you find your life is lacking all design, supply your own\nI know I’m a jack short of a full flush\nI got a grand court, they made the song crush\nSo let the world hear it:\nThis one is for the people who raised me up\nThere’s nothing left we can prove, cause\nAll you can do is all you can do\nIs all you can do is all you can do\nAll you can do is all you can do\nIs all you can do is all you can do