Hell of a Ride (Studio) Songtext

von Bo Burnham

We've had a hell of a ride
You thought we were riding to heaven
Well, I motherfucking lied
Now crank that funky shit to eleven
‘Leven, ‘leven, ‘leven

Hey man
Su bro
You hear about Bo dude?
Yeah that kid sucks
The kids tryna rap, he was in theatre in high school
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, is that him?
What?
Is that him?
Holy shit
Ah, fuck, this motherfucker scares me I cant do this shit
Shut up

I cant do this shit, I cant fuckin do this shit
DUDE, JUST SHUT UP
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,
You're better than that
Come on, mail definition; there's a letter in that
Spell "male" then repeat the second letter in that
"A" "A" If you got a girl, let her in that
I said I got a green light, Jay Gatsby
You know leaking's just for maxi
Leak my tracks, they're tax-free
The way it 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

Pixars dicks are slick 'cause they fucked up
What a fucked up stuck up suck up
Say this shit is crap, scoff
Write me off as some white kid tryin' to rap
Because I'm willing to quit,
Just kidding the kid'll keep killing this shit, oh
We've had a hell of a ride

You thought we were riding up 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 riding up to heaven, heaven
I motherfucking lied

So crank that funky shit to eleven, baby
Lyrical acrobat
Listen, empirical mathematician, the lyrical aftermath
Is it part due to the fact that rap's elastic addict is missin
Too smart to be dismissed, hey
Miss Heart meet Mister Fist
Kids can't cut it so 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 dont sneeze your cheeze-its

Please, it's just what I believe
It's not Jesus. It's Cheezez-Its, right?
Not like the Jeremiah Wright guy
Rhyme too tight and it's makin you fight mine

Skin Lite-Brite, like at night what you write by
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

Meanings there, but as a rule of thumb
Just hum if you're too dumb to find it (hmmm)
We've had a hell of a ride
But you thought we were riding up 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 riding up 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 riding 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 joking
Well then you dont know me)
You thought we were riding up to heaven, heaven (you dont,
You dont, You dont know mw at all)
I motherfucking lied (you think I'm joking well then you dont know me)
So crank that funky shit to eleven, baby (you dont, you dont,
You dont know me at all)
We had a hell of a ride
You thought we were riding up 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 riding to heaven, heaven
You motherfucking lied
So crank that funky shit to eleven, ‘leven
(fade)