George Watsky - Live From Public Storage Lyrics

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[Hook]

You wanna know where I live

You wanna go where a boss does it big

You want a show of my glamorous digs

Well come on in baby baby welcome to my crib

Welcome welcome to my crib welcome to my crib

Second story penthouse that's what it is

Rent's 80 bucks and I got no mortgage

I'm coming live from Public Storaaaage!

[Verse 1]

How's that for a fast fact

Two months passed I packed up my hatchback

There's no plan B I want see

You take the hills the white pickets the palm trees

I'm balling with my kitchen and my liquor cabinet and my closet

All together with my laundry

And baby if you want to come and cuddle

You know that I could just a lay a rug over the concrete

I'm living at a low cost

Plus you know I'm really loving having no boss

My home is where I'm at at the present moment

And I'm a stone that's always rolling so I gather no moss

I'm a travel show it's catacombs not the baddest homes

I'll be a matador for the status quo

And if we have to battle then I'll saddle up and smack attackers

I defend my castle like the Alamo

I hope to be the averagest joe with the savagest flows

So imagine this schmoe as a catalyst

Moving passionate masses with

All these mattresses propped up with packages

I don't need to brag fuck a diva tag

I don't think you'll ever see me up in People Mag

But if paparazzi ever wants me they can stalk me to the backseat of my car and snap me in my sleeping bag

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[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Welcome to Hustle Headquarters

Home of duffle bags tomb of dead hoarders

It's a corrugated community doors like ruffle chips

With the newest clean plywood floors

Each corner of my unit be decorated beautifully

But I made it super cheap

If putting honesty over money is stupid

Then at least I've got the truth over my head and so I'm duty free

There's a kid in me who's proud of who I grew to be

Skipping like an idiot no matter what you do to me

But I never blink cause I keep missing opportunity

Thinking I've been moving since they put me in a booster seat

Man I've been moving since my parents gave these roots to me

And now I'm trying to do it right so they can root for me

Of course I've got a lot of want and I'mma pop a bottle

In a week or two when I review my resolution sheet

Because these students used to spit at me

But all the shit's forgiven cause I'm spittin' for a livin'

As if Superman just really liked to grip the mic lots

I'd still hit the pipe if it's packed with kryptonite rock

It might seem like I was here before I knew it

But when I die remember that I wasn't born into it

So don't bury me just stuff me full of packing peanuts

And put me in a storage unit

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