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(Quiet nights of quiet stars
Quiet chords from my guitar
Floating on the silence that surrounds us)

(Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams
Quiet walks by

I swerve her
I'm Timmy Turner
I'm just a kid that they don't understand because I know my purpose
Only got one phone I don't need a burner
The devil

to swerve the lanes
They call me speed racer
I got a bird today
I let them birdies bathe
I don't like new faces
I just like blue faces
I hit tha jag today
I

I walk in the spot
That’s 30 niggas on the block
When i spin the block
That’s 30 niggas on ground
I just swerve in that coupe and they chanting my

Don't compare bro!
Watch me swerve oh!

Dont compare bro!
Watch me swerve oh!

I don’t play with dissonance
In incidence 
Y’all afraid of innocence

(These birds fly straight not swoop and swerve)
 
(This swish ain't hitting the net
Put a fish in the rex I'm playing who can find nemo first)

(Been

ridah, semi truck driver
Tryin' not to swerve up out my lane
Road runnin', I be slidin'

State to state, grindin'
I ain't worried about a damn thing
I'm

And get me
Wetter than sea floor
You wanna ride ride ride like it 95
Go fast fast fast
Like 100 miles
And don't swerve swerve swerve
When you see my curves

Ight check this out
Swerve swerve swerve swerve swerve swerve
Rollin off that bean shawty bend it back she bend it over
Make her touch her toes in

swerve like Luigi,

I know too many nxggas,
That walk with a stick,
But not like Rafiki, uh,

These nxggas spray like graffiti,
Run up on the opps, and,

of chips divided by five?
Well thats a Nike worker's meal.
And Santa Claus multipied by "i",
well, I guess that makes him real.
And the, square root

Skillz and this be the Nod Factor
After Mc's smoke me take a toke
I'll fuck your career like the cast on different Strokes
No joke..I see airlines

way to crash and burn
What I learned, I don't like takin' my turn
If she mine, she gon' be mine until we ash in an urn
Let me burn, let me swerve

Swerve
Swerve
I just had to swerve round the van
Had to make it to the stu by 3
Push start brand new whip
Driving while I’m looking for the keys
Baby

New Math [Live]

Bo Burnham

Bo Burnham

2009

your data and when you're all set
Put it all together and whatever you get

It's new math

What's a bag of chips divided by five,
Well that's

Nard & B bobby Kritical

Pull up to the scene, red 'Rari that's a fact
Blow my top while I swerve
Getting head that's a fact
If I hit your baby mama

of yours and mine

The truth is that I cannot stand to lose
Driven by factors that I cannot choose

I'm struck with madness that will never end
Locked in

shit but no vacuum
On the movement, I can't be a statue
And you niggas not even a factor
I can show you by doin' the math too

Hop in this bitch, it's

Dem a issue out the license to the wrong section
Don't factor ghetto people dem weh suffer so long
And ah di same ganja this weh everybody run from

heard, boy, we swerve, boy
We leave a nigga out of words boy, stretched on the curb, boy
Play with me, we gon' purge, boy
Bitch, I swear to God
Get

and swerve
Cause i'm dealing with some shit heavy that i don't deserve 

At my lowest point and i ain't have no where to turn
It hurt my heart when you sat

Swerve into yo lane like merge
Went and bought that bitch a new purse
Young saucy nigga gone splurge
When she run it in wit the urge
Bitches always

No looking back
No looking back
I'm on a roll
And thats a fact
Ya I sway, when I dance
Ya I swerve, when I dance
Slow us down
Not a chance, not

We pop out fucking bussing heads
That nigga would of been alive
But he got kilt by what he said
I do my dance they turn me up
Swerve gone do your shit