Hell Of A Ride

Bo Burnham

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Key:
G A7 We've had a hell of a ride
C But you thought we were riding to
G heaven
G A7 Well, I motherfucking lied
C C7 Now crank that funky shit to eleven [Interlude] G A7 C C7 x2 [Verse] N.C. Photosynthetical. I want 'em botanical N.C. And I'm kind of theoretical (what) N.C. Quantum mechanical (what) N.C. Alphabetical, a word puritanical N.C. Not a hypothetical N.C. I rule tyrannical
G Tyrannical-saurus-rex, fuck the system, solar plexus
G A lone star Texas, yeah, Too smart to be sexist, hey
G Slow it down; the shit's too quick, Fuck it; stick with it, the kid is too sick to quit
G Haters, suck my dick, handle the candle, lick the wick N.C. No, stop, You're better than that N.C. Come on, mail definition; there's a letter in that
G Spell "male" then repeat the second letter in that, "A" "A" If you got a girl, let her in that
G I said I got a green light, Jay Gatsby, you know leaking's just for maxi
G Leak my tracks, they're tax-free, the way it should be, if you ask me
G Take this music, choose it, use it, fuse it, abuse it, lose it
G Some of you like it sweet, but if it's just me, then, “B”, let's ride the beat
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G Fuck it, get a bucket, my stomach is gonna upchuck
A7 Texas ranger, no, walker, get up, Chuck
C Pixar's dicks are slick 'cause they fucked up
G What a fucked up stuck up suck up [Pre-chorus]
G Say this shit is crap, scoff
F/Eb Write me off as some white kid tryin' to rap
Em Because I'm willing to quit,
D7 Just kidding the kid'll keep killing this shit, oh [Chorus]
G A7 We've had a hell of a ride
C But you thought we were riding up
G to heaven
G A7 Well, I motherfucking lied
C G So crank that funky shit to eleven
G A7 We've had a hell of a ride
C But you thought we were riding up
G to heaven, heaven
G A7 I motherfucking lied
C C7 So crank that funky shit to eleven, baby [Verse]
G Lyrical acrobat, listen, empirical mathematician, the lyrical aftermath
G Is it part due to the fact that rap's elastic addict is missing
G Too smart to be dismissed, hey, Miss Heart meet Mister Fist
G Kids can't cut it so they try a wrist, shit, got nothin' on me; I'm a nihilist
G Come on, Bo, flow, blow like the wind go
A7 Flow like the wind blow, blowin' out the window
C Amnesty, amnesia, I remember a
C7 window in Indonesia
G Pleased to meet ya
G I don't believe in Jesus, Jesus please don't sneeze your cheeze-its
G Please, it's just what I believe, It's not Jesus. It's Cheezez-Its, right?
G Not like the Jeremiah Wright guy, Rhyme too tight and it's making you fight mine
G Skin Lite-Brite, like at night what you write by, Lord of the Rings but I'm the Tolkien white guy [Pre-chorus]
G Too dense, gotta rewind it
F/Eb Hate my brain but too sane to mind it
Em Meanings there, but as a rule of thumb
D7 Just hum if you're too dumb to find it (hmmm) [Chorus]
G A7 We've had a hell of a ride
C But you thought we were riding up
C7 to heaven
G A7 Well, I motherfucking lied
C C7 So crank that funky shit to eleven
G A7 We've had a hell of a ride
C But you thought we were riding up
C7 to heaven, heaven
G A7 I motherfucking lied
C C7 Now crank that funky shit to eleven, baby
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Composition: Bo Burnham

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