Letra de 'Hell Of a Ride (Studio)' de Bo Burnham

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

Hey man
Sup bro
You hear about Bo, dude
Yeah, the kid sucks
Yeah, he sucks man
Kids trying to rap he was in theater in high school
Whoa, whoa, whoa, is that him
Huh what
Is that him
Holy shi...
Oh fuck this motherfucker scares me
Shut up
I can't fucking do this shit
Just shut up!

Photosynthetical, I want 'em botanical
And I'm kind of theoretical
Quantum mechanical
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 "male" then repeat the second letter in that
A.A. If you got a girl, don't 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 it should be if you ask me
Take this music
Choose it, use it, fuse it
Abuse it, lose it
If 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 willing to quit
Just kidding, the kid'll keep killing this shit oh

Lyrical acrobat
Listen, empirical mathematician, the miracle aftermath
Is it part due to the fact the rap's elastic addict act is missin'
Too smart to be dismissed, hey
Miss Heart meet Mr. Fist
Kids can't cut it but 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' you fight
My skin Lite Brite
Like at night what you write by
Lord of the Rings, man, 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

We had a hell of a ride
But I thought we were riding to heaven
You motherfucking lied
So crank that fucking shit to eleven

We had a hell of a ride
But I thought we were riding to heaven
You motherfucking lied
So crank that fucking shit to eleven

You think I'm joking? (we had a hell of a ride)
Well then you don't know me (but I thought)
You don't know me at all (thought we were riding to heaven)

You think I'm joking? (well you lied)
Well then you don't know me (I'm a lie, I'm a lie)
You don't know me at all (I'm a lie, I'm a lie)