Watsky - Royal f**ups lyrics

All my royal f**ups All my royal f**ups Don’t let stuck up folks go keeping you down All my royal f**ups Come on let’s get f**ed up All my royal f**ups Rack your Burger King crown You gotta grow the roots if you want the tree trunks You want a garden then you gotta pull the weeds up Look do you want to s** seed? Yeah I want to s** seed but f** it planting seeds s**s From Brooklyn to Seattle You want the cream, squeeze the udder on the cattle I fell off of the horse so many times I’m thinking that some mother f**er must have spread some bu*ter on the saddle I’m getting battered when the ump is yelling batter up Not jumping when the pitch is coming But I didn’t have a cup or grab my nuts and nobody would blame me if I emptied out my bladder like a baby babbling before this battle I tried to storm the castle I went to court, the judge he hit me with his gavel So would you rather be up the creek without a oar Or have somebody beat you with the paddle? [Hook] They say you fail a hundred times before you really win And then you fail a hundred more before you will again If that’s true then I’m a diligent 1 in a million failure I’m brilliant I was a silly little freak Didn’t listen when the teacher told me not to speak So she moved me and my desk out of the cla**room and I sat out in the hallway for a week I had to yell my name for roll call (Watsky!) I tried to take it higher like a pole vault In time all of my problems tend to snowball But when I fall I can’t be angry it’s my own fault So if they throw salt, they get a shake of pepper The bitter beginning means the victory will taste better [Hook]