Bo Burnham – Hell Of A Ride (Guitar)
Capo 1
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Chords
[Chorus]
G A7 We've had a hell of a ride C G But you thought we were riding to 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 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 G But you thought we were riding up 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 G But you thought we were riding up 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 C7 Amnesty, amnesia, I remember a 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 C7 But you thought we were riding up 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 C7 But you thought we were riding up to heaven, heaven G A7 I motherfucking lied C C7 Now crank that funky shit to eleven, baby
(Repeat)