🎵 Seizure Boy // by Watsky

28 ContributorsSeizure Boy Lyrics The name of this song, ‘Seizure Boy’, derives from George Watsky’s nickname in middle school. This song is deeply personal to Watsky as it as about the struggles of being an epileptic.… Read More  [Intro] Seizure boy? [Verse 1: Watsky] The first thing that happens is the world goes black You just hear a little snap when your neck rolls back You don't bite your tongue off or foam at the lips But before you hit the ground there's a moment of bliss It's like toking a spliff, it's like shedding your skin It's better than the best train wreck there's even been You have to let it in, as much as it's upsetting To wake up with bruises you don't remember getting You don't remember how the hell you ended up indoors You don't remember whether you were wetting your gym shorts In front of Amanda, the girl you're after Who already thought you were a fucking disaster It's not like a last will, it's making me laugh Unless you get your next one while you're taking a bath I'm seizing the mic fast at middle school dances I'm done being seized and I'm seizing my chances [Hook: Watsky] I said, "It's all too much" I said, "It's all too much" I said, "It's all too much" And if the world breaks your legs you go and beat it with your crutch I said, "It's all too much" I said, "It's all too much" I said, "It's all too much" And if the world breaks your legs you go and beat it with your crutch [Verse 2: Watsky] Maybe true I got baby blues You got navy blues Paid your dues Name the tune Name a hue: What shade are you? I see Purple People Eaters more than world leaders And I've jumped a couple hurtles, burned some sneakers through the meters (copacetic) Please, get the medic Let it breathe And I'll be the baddest motherfucking epileptic I can be I would grieve Asking why's it me sleeping in the ER with an IV in my arm and my V card hurting saying, "God fuck if I'ma die a virgin" I'ma grab the first nurse working, flirt and draw the curtain So who's perkin Doctor Phil's Pills Tyler Durden Still ill Thrillville, Uma Thurman hurting in the Kill Bills This is to my sick kids Time to flip this shit Depakote, Adderall, Ritalin, pixie stix I don't give a fuck what you ridin' to the setting sun Use it as a weapon when it's said and done [Hook] I said, "It's all too much" I said, "It's all too much" I said, "It's all too much" And if the world breaks your legs you go and beat it with your crutch I said, "It's all too much" I said, "It's all too much" I said, "It's all too much" And if the world breaks your legs you go and beat it with your crutch [Verse 3: Watsky] Say that I'm crazy or call it a pitfall I'll win a game of bloody knuckles hitting a brick wall It's pinball hitting the limit to smash that glass Taking a minute to sit in the whip and then I'm gonna mash on gas 'Cause I'll be crashing that impasse with fat ass syntax Skinny motherfucker off a bucket of Slimfast You ever had a Gran Mal seizure in gym class? Had whiplash back when life was dishing out pimp slaps Fed up and we've all been better but I'm set to step up Never let up 'cause the fall is just the setup now to get up Regret'll never get the better of me with a sawed off When I'm having trouble talking someone knocks my writer's block off If my eyes glaze and my knees drift south And you ever think to stick a credit card in my mouth I take Mastercard and Visa for my risk rewards I'm not biting my tongue, why don't you bite yours? [Hook] I said, "It's all too much" I said, "It's all too much" I said, "It's all too much" And if the world breaks your legs you go and beat it with your crutch I said, "It's all too much" I said, "It's all too much" I said, "It's all too much" And if the world breaks your legs you go and beat it with your crutch I said, "It's all too much" I said, "It's all too much" I said, "It's all too much" And if the world breaks your legs you go and beat it with your crutch I said, "It's all too much" I said, "It's all too much" I said, "It's all too much" And if the world breaks your legs you go and beat it with your crutch