An Open Letter (Interlude)

[Intro: Watsky]

An open letter to the fat, arrogant, anti-charismatic

National embarrassment known as President John Adams

Shiiiiiit!

[Verse 1: Watsky]

The man's irrational, he claims that I'm in league

With Britain in some vast international intrigue

Trick, please! You wouldn't know what I'm doin'

You're always goin' berserk, but you never show up to work

Give my regards to Abigail

Next time you write about my lack of moral compass

At least I do my job up in this rumpus! (OH!)

The line is behind me, I crossed it again

Ooh, the president lost it again

Aw, such a rough life, better run to your wife

"Yo, the boss is in Boston again"

Let me ask you a question: who sits...

At your desk when you're in Massachusetts?

They were calling you a dick back in '76

And you really haven't done anything new since

You're a nuisance with no sense, you would die of irrelevance

Go ahead, you aspire to my level, you aspire to malevolence

Say hi to the Jeffersons!

And the spies all around me, maybe they can confirm

I don't care if I kill my career with this letter

I'm confining you to one term

Sit down, John, you fat motherfucker!

[Outro: Watsky]

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