Lyrics:
Anyway, text me, okay, bye
Mister Burnham
How ya doin', good? Good
Uh, I'm a, uh, I'm an agent from out in Los Angeles
Uh, really dig your stuff man,
Clap yo' hands and now stomp yo' feet
Bo Diddley back in the driver's seat
Speed down the highway doin' ninety-five
Ain't nobody gonna pass me by
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
skool, I'm all skool
Marley Marl, rock yo' spot
This that old skool overseen by Scott LaRock
I'm not old skool or new skool, I'm all skool
I'm not old
and Bo talks in the third person.
Just relax, if you wanna know me, here's two facts
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite.
Hungry, hungry
wouldn't be a limit on the places to live
Amd I hope my as-pi-ra-ti-ons are shared by you
Cos I'm gonna seek ya
Bo bo bo Boca Chica
Bo bo bo Boca Chica
Bo bo
Show me the gato
I'm Choppa, but she call me "El Chapo"
'Bout by peso, moula, guapo
Play with my queso, knock the shell out your taco
Feel it, hit
Get the fuck up!
Simon says get the fuck up!
Throw ya hands in the sky (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)
Queens is in the back sipping 'gnac, y'all wassup?
I'm about
Ya mouth how I end it
Scream gangster, I already did it
Still with it
Me and Sean P like Diddy gotta get it
Ya dig it, ya live it
Ain't
and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly high like Bo! Bo!
So on this road to success, I grew up in the boat o'y'all
Gettin closed by the jets
I learned my code
time I get mad, when I'm payin' my tax
You don't know how I feel, shit really lit
You don't know how I live
Keep on the ski, you don't know who I is
Guess I'm getting old, man: fuck that sucks
Bo Burnham got a grammy nom, but here I am stuck
Not inside, per se, but been held in a way
Can't escape
He who lives in me is greater than
He who lives in the world
So i say anybody wey dey trouble me
Holy ghost fire burn them
Bo s'omode
Bo s'agba ni
Bo
your lives together idle in a wed home
And when you’re dead I’ll write the lyrics on your headstone
I’m obligated as a male creative
To release my white
up, yeah I been Bo Burnham
Fee-fi-fo-fum, I been toe-turnin
I hope the merch sales is really helpin' pay ya'll
I met ya favorite rapper, it was
YouknowhatI'msayin? And fa sho no lie
29th Street Crip Gang nigga, see-Bo holdin nothin back
Yukmouth, Spice 1 and we do it live, for the world it's still fuck off
on dynamite dynamite
Uh check it out, uh uh
Yo yo yo yo yo check it out
Eve-ry bo-dy, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
I'm in the off season
Now I'm goin' up fasho
It's just me and my Bo's
Rockin' out all these shows
Get the back end on the road
Studio junkie, I live
be crazy and hard to interpret
But I don't give a fuck 'cuz my flow makes her wet
I live like a hermit
Or more like Bo Burnham
I wish I was as witty,
network
When battery low she's my charger
Girl I'm missing your touch
(Your touch Your touch yo...)
You run away cause I show love
(Show love show love)
comin'
No diggity, here I is boo, what?
[Singer] Cause it feels good
Ain't no-bo-dy, like Hea-vy, uhh, uhh, uhh
You got me open like a book, shook,
da daah doe dah-dut
Bo bum bee ah dat, Di-ig
Crush you! We're going to, crush you!
I'm stuck on Band-Aid, cause
Band-Aid's stuck on me
Hee hee hee
she go BO-YOING
Switched up one bar bitch I'm silly and goofy
King of the drums like I'm mufucking joyboy
Spin yo block like Amethyst with purple whips
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