Watsky (george Watsky) - Stupida** lyrics

[Hook:] If I 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 stupida** (dumba**) I'd do it all again (again) [Verse 1:] I might have a weak chin, but I don't have a gla** 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 [Hook] [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 s**y, 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 making ends meet, so 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 [Hook] [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' I'll go back to herding wild 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 kumbayah, huge honors So you goners should do the do and do wander the blue yonder Cause trying to fool the future takes too long [Outro:] I don't know quite where I'm going, but I'm on my way I won't look over my shoulder, back at yesterday I know that I'm getting older, a little bit grey But I won't turn my face to look If I 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 stupida** (dumba**) I'd do it all again (again)