| Song | Fireworks |
| Artist | Watsky |
| Album | Warped Tour 2014 Compilation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Verse 1] | |
| It’s hard to be living | |
| You gotta play the cards you were given | |
| You think it’s simple but it goddamn isn’t | |
| It’s tougher now than breaking out of Shawshank prison | |
| And as you’re hittin your prime | |
| People say you been committing a crime | |
| But I won’t quit till I’m home | |
| I’ll chip the limestone a bit at a time | |
| Wait! I’m a pale ass pale middle-class straight white male | |
| I won’t have an alibi the day I fail | |
| Cause if I ever went to jail, Mom would pay my bail | |
| In a [boom-boom] heartbeat | |
| Mom and Dad have given me a lot more than a pat on the back | |
| And I gotta thank ‘em for loving me | |
| From the moment I was strapped in a Volvo car seat | |
| When I needed a pep talk | |
| I couldn’t remember to wreck shop | |
| Writer’s block, staring at my laptop desktop | |
| Or sleeping in my rental in a turnpike rest stop | |
| Shit in storage, living from a suitcase | |
| Thinking “this is how a silver spoon tastes?” | |
| Cause you can make a dream possible | |
| But it’ll never be easy, no matter what you chase | |
| If you wanna poke fun then do so | |
| I’ll do it for you, it’s no crime | |
| I’m like if the dude from Juno grew a Jewfro and liked to rhyme [OOoooooohhh!!!] | |
| So tell me that I’m not a rapper | |
| Tell Rudolph he can’t pull sleighs | |
| Tell pluto it’s not a planet | |
| And he’ll probably keep spinning in the same old way | |
| On and on, every day | |
| Right around the sun, wanna feel the rays | |
| You do it ‘cause you love it like nothing else in the universe | |
| And fuck it, it’s embedded in your DNA |
| Verse 1 | |
| It' s hard to be living | |
| You gotta play the cards you were given | |
| You think it' s simple but it goddamn isn' t | |
| It' s tougher now than breaking out of Shawshank prison | |
| And as you' re hittin your prime | |
| People say you been committing a crime | |
| But I won' t quit till I' m home | |
| I' ll chip the limestone a bit at a time | |
| Wait! I' m a pale ass pale middleclass straight white male | |
| I won' t have an alibi the day I fail | |
| Cause if I ever went to jail, Mom would pay my bail | |
| In a boomboom heartbeat | |
| Mom and Dad have given me a lot more than a pat on the back | |
| And I gotta thank ' em for loving me | |
| From the moment I was strapped in a Volvo car seat | |
| When I needed a pep talk | |
| I couldn' t remember to wreck shop | |
| Writer' s block, staring at my laptop desktop | |
| Or sleeping in my rental in a turnpike rest stop | |
| Shit in storage, living from a suitcase | |
| Thinking " this is how a silver spoon tastes?" | |
| Cause you can make a dream possible | |
| But it' ll never be easy, no matter what you chase | |
| If you wanna poke fun then do so | |
| I' ll do it for you, it' s no crime | |
| I' m like if the dude from Juno grew a Jewfro and liked to rhyme OOoooooohhh!!! | |
| So tell me that I' m not a rapper | |
| Tell Rudolph he can' t pull sleighs | |
| Tell pluto it' s not a planet | |
| And he' ll probably keep spinning in the same old way | |
| On and on, every day | |
| Right around the sun, wanna feel the rays | |
| You do it ' cause you love it like nothing else in the universe | |
| And fuck it, it' s embedded in your DNA |
| Verse 1 | |
| It' s hard to be living | |
| You gotta play the cards you were given | |
| You think it' s simple but it goddamn isn' t | |
| It' s tougher now than breaking out of Shawshank prison | |
| And as you' re hittin your prime | |
| People say you been committing a crime | |
| But I won' t quit till I' m home | |
| I' ll chip the limestone a bit at a time | |
| Wait! I' m a pale ass pale middleclass straight white male | |
| I won' t have an alibi the day I fail | |
| Cause if I ever went to jail, Mom would pay my bail | |
| In a boomboom heartbeat | |
| Mom and Dad have given me a lot more than a pat on the back | |
| And I gotta thank ' em for loving me | |
| From the moment I was strapped in a Volvo car seat | |
| When I needed a pep talk | |
| I couldn' t remember to wreck shop | |
| Writer' s block, staring at my laptop desktop | |
| Or sleeping in my rental in a turnpike rest stop | |
| Shit in storage, living from a suitcase | |
| Thinking " this is how a silver spoon tastes?" | |
| Cause you can make a dream possible | |
| But it' ll never be easy, no matter what you chase | |
| If you wanna poke fun then do so | |
| I' ll do it for you, it' s no crime | |
| I' m like if the dude from Juno grew a Jewfro and liked to rhyme OOoooooohhh!!! | |
| So tell me that I' m not a rapper | |
| Tell Rudolph he can' t pull sleighs | |
| Tell pluto it' s not a planet | |
| And he' ll probably keep spinning in the same old way | |
| On and on, every day | |
| Right around the sun, wanna feel the rays | |
| You do it ' cause you love it like nothing else in the universe | |
| And fuck it, it' s embedded in your DNA |