Watsky — That boy aint right mind decay

Let’s go! Oh yeah, I just remembered to remember your first name (oh yeah) I shook your hand, I locked your eye but my mind was in Spain (come on) My brain’s been out of order Insert quarter, no reply Left to my own devices My devices cried for me This world today This world today It’s not our fault This mind decay This mind decay This chocolate malt Tastes so good to me Tastes so good Tastes so good to me So damn good (so so so so) I’ve got such plans Such plans stacked high Bow to my stack of plans I stand in awe Below them and Enjoy the avalanche I swim upstream I have bad dreams If I wake up I drown (I drown! I drown!) I drown my sorrows with my Pals from town This world today This world today It’s not our fault This mind decay This mind decay This chocolate malt (Dang ol... dang ol, dang ol' Pat Dimitri) (Hey! Hey! Hey! Woo!) (Hey! x10) Tastes so good to me Tastes so good Tastes so good to me So damn good Tastes so good to me Tastes so good Tastes so good to me