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the sky blue? Why is water wet?
Why did Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept? Stand up
You're out of luck like two dogs stuck
Iron Man be sippin' rum,
A nuclear power plant exploded this morning
It’s certainly a virus
Conflicts over drinking water supplies are raging all across the continent
a strip Ben Frank blue hundreds that's cheese
I need a glock by the hip head in the whip
From a bitch that a roll my weed
I need a yac made neat room temp
epithet I muttered as inside
I gagged and shuddered
When with manly flirt and flutter
In there flew a stately raven
Sleek and ravenous as any foe
Not
smile and listen, content
While you cursed at the gray, yelled at the clouds to go away
Now I hate the rain too
The flood of memories
Being stuck inside
copy-written seeds
Now ask yourself how can we be free
When the water that we drink is owned by some company
[Metty the Dertmerchant]
I hear the weap
that’s brand new
Blue diamonds look like water in cancun
[Verse 1]
Hidin’ like a eyelid with some tattoos
Hidin’ in the night, don’t let ‘em test me
Fight
inside me denim
Ain't got a cough
But the drink I'm sipping
Boot up on a shroom
The room spinning
Dinero be the goal of all missions
Hate to kill, a nigga
am you so you are me
And every now and then we get a little out of hand
To fuel our greed driven by our wants and needs
It seems we never act ourselves
the Asians, wrist by Lorraine
Big Pharrell praying hands big P, big P
Buss down face, two levitating hands
I wanna see the money in cash
So that I can truly
new ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way
Yeah I still remain
So tell me why you hate the game?
So tell me why you hate the game?
This
If I'm two minutes late then I have a panic attack
So I'm eternally early I wait by myself in the back
I look around, thinkin' everyone hates me
But
by the smoke
Uh uh
My memories
I'll never stop
Really really making these
Its just something I love
Uh
Two feet down
From the stress, you cant knock
If
Who's the nicest nigga you know in the year two triple-oh
Spit turn to icicles in the mid air and slit your throat
Drain your carcass dry rip out your
two
You're not feeling blue?
I'm the color of the red sea mixed with you
And by the time that it even qualifies I've killed off all my alibies
Look back
With the world hanging by a string
Tell me would you still come over
Been socially distant I want you closer
I don't really give a fuck if you my old
112! (Jump off!)
Aww yeah (Uhh, why'know)
You want to get right, boo, headlights, blue
Don't no other mami give me head like you
I get you in
My brain is precise
I memorize six minute poems by the hour
I've come back for you now
Pure hellfire and literature
And did you think you actually
This is Bo Burnham
He is twenty-two years old, he's a male
And he looks like the genetic product of a giraffe having sex with Ellen Degeneres
He
water, motha (Ugh) Dasani
I need brain, imma zombie
Or when I think about it prolly Donald Trump
Pump it up
I'm an Average Joe in a navy blue button up
unlimited, but all my minutes gone
I don't text
I don't call
Shxt unless, it involves
Having sex
I don't trick
I invest, in my dogs
And myself, and my people,
won't change
My eye's turn from blue to white
The troops inside my mind unite
And I turn heartless like Ester from orphan
More pain
Is what I wish
would think my money exercise the way it's getting buff
Tommy Hilfiger blue-white diamonds on the cut yeah
They envy where I am so they hate outside
and he's steppin' in two-thirds of his days
But Mac hit a curve and has changed, like what's a bird to his cage
Isn't bothered by the solid down to a third
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