Hell of a Ride - Bo Burnham

We 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

«Hey Man!»

«Sup, Bro!»

«You hear about Bo, dude?»

«Yo, the kid sucks, man!»

«Yeah, he sucks man

Kid’s trying to rap.

He was in theater in high school and now he’s trying to-»

«Whoa, whoa, whoa, yo is that him?

«Huh, what?»

«Yo, is that him?»

«Holy shi…»

«Oh fuck this motherfucker scares me, I can’t do this shit»

«Shut up.»

«I can’t fucking do this shit.»

«Dude, just shut up!»

Photosynthetical, I want 'em botanical

And I’m kinda 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!

You’re better than that

C’mon, mail definition, there’s a letter in that

Spell mail, then repeat the second letter in that

AA, if you got a girl, don’t let her in that

I said I got a green light, Jay Gatsby

You know leaking is just for maxi

So leak my tracks, they’re tax-free

And that’s the way to 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 fucked up stuck-up suck up

Say this shit is crap, scoff

Write me off, cause I’m a white kid tryin' to rap

Because I’m willin' to quit

Just kiddin', the kid’ll keep killin' this shit

Oh

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

We’ve had a hell of a ride

But you thought we were riding to Heaven, Heaven

I motherfucking lied

So crank that funky shit to eleven

Lyrical acrobat, listen

Empirical mathematician:

The miracle aftermath, is it part

Due to the fact the rap’s elastic addict act is missing

Too smart to be dismissed, hey

Miss Heart meet Mister Fist

Kids can’t cut it, so they try a wrist, shit

You 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 Cheez-its, right?

Not like the Jeremiah Wright guy

Rhyme too tight, and it’s makin' ya fight

My skin lite brite, like the light that you write by

Lord of the Rings, man I’m the Tolkien white guy

Too dense, gotta rewind it

Hate in the brain, but too sane to mind it

The meaning is there, but as a rule of thumb, just hum

If you’re too dumb to find it

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

We’ve had a hell of a ride

But you thought we were riding to Heaven, Heaven

I motherfucking lied

So crank that funky shit to eleven, baby

(We've had a hell of a ride)

(But I thought we were riding to Heaven, Heaven)

(You motherfucking lied)

(So crank that funky shit to eleven-leven)

(We've had a hell of a ride)

If you think I’m jokin', well, then you don’t know me

(But I thought we were riding to Heaven, Heaven)

You don’t, you don’t, you don’t know me at all

(You motherfucking lied)

If you think I’m jokin', well, then you don’t know me

(So crank that funky shit to eleven-leven)

You don’t, you don’t, you don’t know me at all

(We've had a hell of a ride)

If you think I’m jokin', well, then you don’t know me

(But I thought we were riding to Heaven, Heaven)

You don’t, you don’t, you don’t know me at all

(You motherfucking lied)

If you think I’m jokin', well, then you don’t know me

(So crank that funky shit to eleven-leven)

You don’t, you don’t, you don’t know me at all

(We've had a hell of a ride)

If you think I’m jokin', well, then you don’t know me

(But I thought we were riding to Heaven, Heaven)

You don’t, you don’t, you don’t know me at all

(You motherfucking lied)

If you think I’m jokin', well, then you don’t know me

(So crank that funky shit to eleven-leven)

You don’t, you don’t, you don’t know me at all

Oh, if you think I’m jokin', well, then you don’t know me

You don’t, you don’t, you don’t know me at all

If you think I’m jokin', well, then you don’t know me