Bo Burnham - Hell of a Ride (Studio) | Текст песни

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We've had a hell of a ride
But you thought we were riding to heaven,
Well, I motherfucking lied
So crank that funky shit to eleven
('leven, 'leven, 'leven)

Photosynthetical, I want 'em botanical
And I'm kind of theoretical (what?)
Quantum mechanical (what?)
Alphabetical, a word puritanical
Not a hypothetical
I rule tyrannical
Tyrannical-saurus-rex
Fuck the system
Solar plexus
A lone star Texas, yeah,
Too smart to be sexist, hey

Slow it down; the shit's too quick
Fuck it. Stick with it
The kid is too sick to quit
Haters: suck my dick.
Handle the candle, lick the wick.
No, stop. Better than that.
C'mon, "mail" definition, there's a letter in that
Spell "male" then repeat the second letter in that
AA if you got a girl, let her in that.

I said I've got a green light, Jay Gatsby
You know leaking's just for maxi
So leak my tracks, they're tax-free
and that's the way they should be if you ask me.
Take this music
Choose it, use it, fuse it,
Abuse it, lose it.
Some of you like it sweet,
But if it's just me, then B, let's ride the beat.

Fuck it, get a bucket
My stomach is gonna upchuck
Texas ranger, no walker, get up, Chuck
Pixar's dicks are slick 'cause they fucked up
What a fuck up, stuck up, suck up
Say this shit is crap
Write me off 'cause I'm a white kid, tryin' to rap
Because I'm willing to quit, I'm just gettin' the kill
Keep killin' this shit, oh

We've had a hell of a ride
But you thought we were ridin' to heaven
Well, I motherfucking lied
So crank that funky shit to eleven

We've had a hell of a ride
You thought we were ridin' to heaven, heaven
I motherfucking lied
So crank that funky shit to eleven, baby

Lyrical acrobat
Listen empirical mathematician, the miracle aftermath
Is it part due to the fact that rap's elastic addict acts dismissive?
Too smart to be dismissed, hey
This heartbeat missed a fist
Kids can't cut it but they try a wrist, shit
Got nothin' on me, I'm a nihilist

Come on, Bo, flow
Blow like the wind go
Flow like the wind blow
Blowin' out the window
Amnesty, Amnesia, I remember a window in Indonesia
Pleased to meet ya

I don't believe in Jesus
Jesus please don't sneeze your cheez-its
Please, it's just what I believe
It's not Jesus. It's Jesus, right?
Not like the Jeremiah Wright guy
Rhyme, too tight, and it's makin' you fight
My skins light brite, like a knife in your wi-fi
Lord of the Rings, but I'm the Tolkien white guy
Too dense, gotta rewind it
Hate my brain, but too sane to mind it
The meaning's there, but as a rule of thumb
Just hum if you're too dumb to find it, uh.

We've had a hell of a ride
But you thought we were ridin' to heaven
Well, I motherfucking lied
So crank that funky shit to eleven

We've had a hell of a ride
But you thought we were ridin' to heaven, heaven
I motherfucking lied
Now crank that funky shit to eleven, baby

We had a hell of a ride
But I thought we were ridin' to heaven, heaven
You motherfucking lied
So crank that funky shit to eleven, 'leven

We had a hell of a ride
[You think I'm jokin', well, then you don't know me]
But you thought we were ridin' to heaven, heaven
[You don't, you don't, you don't know me at all]
I motherfucking lied
[You think I'm jokin', well, then you don't know me]
So crank that funky shit to eleven, baby
[You don't, you don't, you don't know me at all]

We had a hell of a ride
You thought we were ridin' to heaven, heaven
I motherfucking lied
So crank that funky shit to eleven, 'leven

We had a hell of a ride
But I thought we were ri

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