These seven words I say to you, one by one I love you and you have to know If I could change how I'm insane If I could learn to leave my troubles behind It's starting to hurt and I know you moved on Telling everyone how I done you so wrong Cat scratch a beast My words that made you bleed Now I face tomorrow Now I face tomorrow In time, we'll both be free from this ball and chain Hanging on to things I want you mostly in the morning When my soul is weak from dreaming When the dust has cleared And you forget that I'm here Hanging on I've been hanging Who had the last word I'm telling you first Who had the last word I'm telling you first These seven words are no longer mine Who am I but a stranger who took you down It's starting to burn and I wanna go home Only home I've known Lost in the storm It had to be seven words to set us free Now I face tomorrow Now I face tomorrow Now I face tomorrow

I'm a feminine Eminem, a Slim Shady lady, But nice cause I texted haiti 90 lady cops on the road and I'm arrested for doing 80. Like Hamlet, all about "words, words, words" Divide a whole into thirds, thirds, thirds. I'm a gay sea otter I blow other dudes out of the water I'm the man muffin, divin', muffin, Cold and fly like an arctic puffin, Puffin' whacky tobaccy Hatin other rappers like I'm Helga Pataki And I've been rockin this mic before electricity Way back in 1000 BCE That's before the common era, era, era, era (era era) WOAH I can't be stopped, flow so sick that it should be mopped up Chick's got a dixie cup, I gotta dick full of helium, I'll fuck you up. A boy, a girl, a middle aged bitch, botox in the third person. I give the perspective a switchin 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 hypocrite I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite. Met a girl named Macy, had sex with her all day, But she was dyslexic, so I ended up doin' the YMCA We ballin, asian, wii bowlin, prostate cancer, semi-colon, Find that hole like I'm Stephen Hawking, Atticus Finch, killing, mocking. Cry like a child would, you raped my childhood Just stroll in, roll in your pole into Rolie Polie Olie's colon. To relax my mind I take a walk by the clock and I pass the time and Rhymin, mathematical timin, syntax impacts the intact hymen. I'm an internet provider, came from the web like a horny spider, Fucked a girl in an apple orchard, then came in cider (inside her) I thought AIDS was a butt virus like conjunction junction conjunctivitis I spit gold bars cause I was molested by my uncle Midas. Gay dads blow pops, another sucker, Oedipus was the first motherfucker! I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite. Hungry hungry hypocrite I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite. (Hypocrite) We the people of the USA Jose, we're not talkin to you, esé. We got a border in order to keep you out, It's what my NYU essay's about Cause we're xenophobic warrior princess, Molested by my uncle sam, is that incest? "I WANT YOU" to smell my finger Does my nephew's sense still linger? South of queers, north of hell, The queer ones suck and the brown ones smell We guard the border and we guard it well But some slip through the cracks of the liberty bell Did I say liberty? I meant taco, Paco, hey you better let that rock go Cause in real life Goliath wins And then sells all the silk that the widow spins. (One more time) I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite. Hungry hungry hypocrite I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite. (Yeah, break it down now, what) Bitches and hoes, Bo's hoes, oh, bitches and hoes, bitches, hoes. Bitches and hoes don't exist because the hoes know Bo's a feminist, Bitches and hoes don't exist because the hoes know Bo's a feminist So take off your bras and burn 'em or you can let me burn 'em, Take off your bras and burn 'em, or you can let Bo burnham burn 'em. Take off your bras and burn 'em, you can let me burn 'em, Take off your bras and burn 'em, burn 'em, you can let Bo burnham burn 'em. (Hoes, Bo's hoes, oh, bitches and hoes, bitches, hoes)

For sale by owner sign On highway fifty-nine A signal of the times A turnin' of the page There used to be nothin' here But then nothin' disappeared The pond, the barn, the farm, the fields Have long since been replaced Asphalt parking where that ten pew, Pentecostal stood Fast food, four lanes and a subdivided neighborhood The walls of the world are closin' in The spreadin' city spreads us thin We can't seem to make our ends, meet the black Never would've thought it wouldn't last The way of life, time moved past What I wouldn't give to have, the back 40 back Maybe I'm a sucker for Knowing who lives next door A view from my back porch A pinch of peace and quiet I can't get back the used to be's So I hang on to the memories Of when I could still look up And see the stars not streetlights shinin' The walls of the world are closin' in The spreadin' city spreads us thin We can't seem to make our ends, meet the black Never woulda thought it wouldn't last The way of life, time moved past What I wouldn't give to have, the back 40 back Now I get that progress has it's place And no regard for what it takes Wish it would slow it's pace and cut us all some slack 'Cause it's all changing way too fast A way of life that time moved past What I wouldn't give to have the back forty back