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FIREWORKS Music by Daniel Joseph & Kush Mody Lyrics by George Watsky INTRO VERSE 4x Vocals 10 4 . & 4 ’[RAP] ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ C F A min D min BREAK 4x Vox. & . ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ . ∑ ∑ OUTRO C F A min D min C 4x Vox. & . ∑ ∑ ∑ ∑ . ∑ It's hard to be living Shit in storage, living from a suitcase You gotta play the cards you were given thinking “this is how a silver spoon tastes?” You think it's simple but it god damn isn't cause you can make a dream possible It's tougher now than breaking out of Shaw- but it'll never be easy, no matter what you shank prison, and chase As you're hittin your prime If you wanna poke fun then do so People say you been committing a crime I'll do it for you, it's no crime, I'm But I won't quit till iIm home, I'll chip the lime- like if the dude from Juno grew a Jewfro stone a bit at a time and liked to rhyme [OOoooooohhh!!!] Wait! I'm a pale ass pale So tell me that I'm not a rapper middle-class straight white male tell Rudolph he can't pull sleighs I won't have an alibi the day I fail tell Pluto it's not a planet cause if I ever went to jail, mom would pay and he'll probably keep spinning in the my bail same old way in a [boom boom] heartbeat on and every, every day/ right around the Mom and dad have given me a lot more sun, wanna feel the rays than a pat on the back and I gotta thank em You do it cause you love it like nothing else for loving me from moment I was strapped in in the universe and fuck it, it's embedded in a Volvo car seat your DNA 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 Cardboard Castles ©2013 George Watsky All Rights Administered by Kobalt Music Group (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved STRONG AS AN OAK Music by Kush Mody Lyrics by George Watsky C A m F/C C INTRO 3 Guitar j j j 4 . œ ≈ ≈ œ ‰ œ ‰ œ œ œ ≈ ≈ œ ‰ œ ‰ ≈ r & 4 . œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ 1 1 1 1 1 1 Guitar T 0 0 2 2 0 2 2 0 A . 2 2 2 2 0 3 3 2 0 2 0 3 3 3 3 0 3 3 3 3 3 0 B 3 5 5 3 . F/C A m F C/E D m7 C j Gtr. œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ . & œ ≈ ≈ œ ‰ œ Ó œ ≈ œ ≈ œ œ ≈ œ ‰ . œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 Gtr. 2 2 2 2 0 0 0 0 3 3 2 3 2 0 2 2 . 3 3 0 3 3 3 3 5 5 3 . C A m F C CHORUS Vox. Œ Œ ‰ ‰ ¿ ¿ & œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ Eve - ry thing is a o kay 'Causeœ I'mœ strong as an O A œK an OAK! F A m F C/E D m7 C Vox. ‰ ≈ j Œ ¿ ‰ . & r œ œ œ œœ œ œ ≈ J . œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ but mo - ney don't grow on trees and I'm B R O K E BROKE! C A m F C F A m F C/E D m7 C VERSE 1. 4x then chorus 2. 4x then bridge Vox. & [RAP]’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ BRIDGE C A m F C F A m F C/E D m7 C C A m 3 3 3 3 3 Vox. Œ Œ ‰ ≈ ‰ Œ & œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ r œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ Eveœ - ry thing's A O Eveœ - ry thing's A œO Soœ whenœ I say day O youœ sayœ eve - ry thing's A œO Whenœ I say day O Cardboard Castles ©2013 George Watsky All Rights Administered by Kobalt Music Group (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved STRONG AS AN OAK Everything is A-OK Verse 2 Because I'm strong as an O-A-K (Oak!) Why should I sit on my ass on the couch and But money don't grow on trees (nope) be asking why life isn't equal? And I'm B-R-O-K-E (Broke!) with lesser possessions I'm light as a feather and so I can fly like an eagle Verse 1 Cause everyone dies and I wonder why Them rims them rings them things, you can leaders in power would lie to their people bring em out be planning like they could be fitting a Cam- I just had my debit card declined at In N Out el up into the eye of a needle The line is flipping out, giving me evil eyes but dammit I'd settle for fitting a 94 Camry Fuck the soda, re-run it with just the cheesy inside of my driveway fries I'm sick of the image I'm living my life and cause I don't think money is THE devil I’m doing it my way I'm not sinking, I'm just kicking it at sea level I'd rather be making the choices I'm proud of I got my floaties on than chasing mountain of money I'm focusing on all the wonderful stuff with But if that mountain comes to me, I'm climb- the force of Obi Wan ing it Kenobi bro, I'm broke although I won't be Got a brick and I'm laying it down woebegone got a shovel, I'm breaking this ground Cause even though my bank account is low because I'm in red, but it's only a color that I or overdrawn will be painting this town I'm down to mow yer lawn Because when I make it then I dedicate it to I'm getting open I'm soaking up every mo- the friends I stayed with who would do me ment and so we should make a toast we favors even lend me paper when I couldn't won't be sober til the BROKE of dawn pay for a little takeout Because beer is cheap/ and because love is And to the fact free that whatever you think that it means I'm buzzin feeling like every friend is a cous- I be here and I'm living my dreams in, G And someday we'll be reminiscing on And it's cause of the people I leaned on some wasn't we when I came apart at the seams Just so down and out So gimme the moon But we were happy then ‘cause… And gimme the spoon I'm licking it clean Until there just ain't nothing left But who would lend a hand cause… Bridge: Everything’s A-O/ Everything’s A-O/ So when I say Day-O/ You say Every- thing’s A-O MORAL OF THE STORY Music by Miles Douglas & Max Miller-Loran Lyrics by George Watsky Ebmin B CHORUS Vocals bb b b 4 . ∑ ∑ Œ œ œ . & b b 4 . Ó œ œ œ œ œ œ œ . And the mo - ral of the sto - ry is b & b bbbb 4 . œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ Piano œ. œ. œ. œ. œ. œ. œ. œ œ œ. œ. œ. œ. œ. œ. œ. ? b b 4 . ˙. œ œ œ . b b bb 4 . Œ Œ œ ‰ œ ‰ w w . ˙. œ œ œ w w Ebmin B and the mo - ral of the sto - ry is b & b bbbb Œ ¿ Œ œ œ œ œ œ œ ¿ ¿ ¿ ¿ ¿ ¿ ¿ ¿ ¿ ¿ ¿œ ¿œ ¿ ¿ ¿ ¿œ WORK! 'Til your arms fall off til your abs get hard and your bone's all soft just Ebmin B and the mo - ral of the sto - ry is b & b bbbb Œ ¿ Œ œ œ œ œ œ œ ¿ ¿ ¿ ¿ ¿ ¿ ¿ ¿ ¿ ¿ ¿ ¿œ ¿œ ¿ ¿ ¿ œ WORK! 'Til your hands go numb and they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb Ebmin Gb/Db B VERSES bb b b . & b b . [RAP]’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ . 8x then chorus b b & b b bb . œ . œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ Pno. œ. œ. œ. œ. œ. œ. œ. œ. œ . ? b . w . b bbbb . w w w . Cardboard Castles ©2013 George Watsky All Rights Administered by Kobalt Music Group (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved THE MORAL OF THE STORY (based on ‘Ready or Not Here I Come’ by the Delfonics Chorus: Verse 2: And the moral of the story is Work until I’m black and yellow black and And the moral of the story is (Work!) yellow, worker bee till your arms fall off I just work until I’m black and blue and bur- till your abs get hard and your bone’s all gundy soft (Just WORK!) Burgundy, work until I earn that rich mahog- till your hands go numb any and they cramp and the fans in the stands honestly, can’t you tell I’m working, bitch and the go dumb don’t bother me show some modesty, if you’re watching me Verse 1: a bitch is anybody in my way it’s not misog- I write till my fingers look like a bouquet of yny roses But if yer blockin me I will soon defeat you you gotta bring yourself your flowers now in I will build a bridge above you, or I’ll tunnel show biz underneath you focus it’s Quiet Coyote come on let’s go kids I will eat you and excrete you and I’ll feed everybody get together with a study buddy you to the flowers and then talk about then fuck that I don’t If I need to I’ll go through you and absorb give your fucking powers Because it’s so big and explosive I put in hour after hour let’s be crystal clear but a lotta people don’t live, they don’t ever I’m gonna get there if it takes a day or fifty get a motive years if you got a goal you gotta hold onto it that I’ll fingerbang my fears, I’ll fucking punch a what hope is dragon If I didn’t have it I would ask you where the Even with the Himalayas in my way it’s gon- rope is na happen work is my church and so the studio’s the Cause waiting doesn’t work, and praying closest may not come through I spit it sick until my cootie flow’s the grossest And hoping doesn’t work.