George Watsky Stupidass song lyrics

Chorus

If could go back then (back then)

If I could go back when (back when)

And step into the past (way back)

I'd do it all again (again)

If I could go back then (back then)

If I could go back when (back when)

I was a stupidass (dumbass)

I'd do it all again (again)

Verse 1

I might have a weak chin, but i don't have a glass jaw

so watch your fist glance off my cheek skin and back off

i cut my teeth on the blacktop, i'm used to something cruel

cause in my youth, my tooths were crowded as the public schools

where we moved above the rules

where the currency was percocets

where i showed up early rocking headgear and turtlenecks

this nerd'll flex and you won't see this man pout

cause the traits that got us beat down, are what make us stand out

so let your tongue hang out if you got lips like Mick Jagger

plant and stand proud with that little kid swagger

the subtle it factor of the baddest individuals

cause adamant originals don't end up in pigeon holes

which gets my thinking it's a damn shame dorks

don't pop their pimples like they're champagne corks

I work the quirks, cause if I didn't start sloppily

I'd never clean up this cotdamn properly

Verse 2

I never threw like Elway

or overthrew like El Che

so i moved to LA, to the land of milk and self hate

But one day, I'll strip and then strut buck down the sunset strip as it was a runway

I'm thinking maybe Sunday

and if you need sensei for sexy, just text me. I stay by San Vicente and La Brea where the rent's cheap

so you can't tempt me, with a Beamer, Benz or Bentley

that's complete with penis envy, and even keyless entry

'cause see, I'm makeing ends meet, care to be friendly?

And make ends meet? In my backseat in an awkward frenzy

Once in a parking lot while practicing anatomy

I was knocking elbows till the music zapped the battery

and dammit it was bad but I'm not mad I brought my A game

even we sat there naked the man from Triple A came

and it was way lame, but I've got on good authority,

she boldly told the sordid story to her whole sorority

Verse 3

Some days I wake up and i wonder 'what would Buddha do?'

And then I jump into my fruity little Subaru

some dudes'll front 'how do you do, mama?'

because some women see the mula, and say 'ooh lala'

but i say 'woo-sah'

i don't smooch on muchachas who need mucha

to mooch off. i'm cool for like a futon out in Utah

a yurt up in the yukon

when hurtin but i'll go back to herding stupid yaks in Bhutan

or cop a coupe with coupons

but when you get a F.U.P.A. like a dugong

i'll treat you supa dupa we can't do wrong

cause beauty is a dude who puts the moves on, then moves on

we're all moving as true pawns

and get chewed in the food chain

we're all nude in the new dawn

brain screwed on

with a plain birthday suit on

so let's graduate human, summa cum laude, huge honors,

so you goners should do the do and do wander the blue yonder

cause trying to fool the future takes too long