Novel & Cerita Ironic Lyrics Bo Burnham

🎵I hope a trap boy's your type🎵 🎶why?🎶 🎵Cause I don't have a nine to five🎵 🎶alright🎶 🎵I get that your standards high but I'm not a random guy, I'm different🎵 🎶lliterally🎶 🎵When I write my rhymes, you say you don't like that line, I'll switch it🎵 🎶calm🎶 🎵You said you don't like my life, you said you don't like my guys you're trippin', trippin🎵

Your comments and votes , lets not even start on how positive and patient you all are with me I LOVE Y'ALL SO SO MUCH. Now onto the finale Loved me with your worst intentions Didn't even stop to question Every time you burned me down Don't know how, for a moment it felt like heaven Loved me with your worst intentions Painted us a happy ending Every time you burned me down Don't know how, for a moment it felt like heaven And it's so gut-wrenchin' Fallin' in the wrong direction Darkness Quiet Everything was quiet I was finally dead

She's just a girl and she's on fire Hotter than a fantasy, lonely like a highway She's living in a world and it's on fire Filled with catastrophe, but she knows she can fly away Oh, oh oh oh oh She got both feet on the ground And she's burning it down Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh She got her head in the clouds And she's not backing down This girl is on fire This girl is on fire She's walking on fire This girl is on fire Looks like a girl but she's a flame

3RD PERSON I'm a liar Telling the family I'm okay I think I'm going to die, eh Set me on fire I can't remember who I am I was a child, eh-eh The boy in the empty room is lonely I want to run away Get me out of this abyss I want someone to hug me Somebody help me Help me be me, yeah Somebody help me Take off my smiling mask, yeah I'm not happy I'm not happy Forced to smile but I'm not happy

Cold and broken down It’s all I knew I let it corner me in And hide where my tracks lead Now I’m waking up And all I do Is getting lost in the past To find where I’d first hear [Pre-Chorus] That I was never gonna be somebody That I was never gonna feel light, come around And they rise again as I am told that I should see Chorus] Red now And to fear what lies ahead now But I know that I will Do everything for you again I will do everything for you again And I bet now You will see that I will burn what I don’t need here And I’ll know it’s alright, alright, alright

/Some things just, some things make sense And one of those is you and I (Hey) Some things just, some things make sense And even after all this time (Hey)/ /I'm into you, baby, not a day goes by That I'm not into you/ I look away and turn my back when I feel that tears are started to well in my eyes. Damn. I am not crying. I should not. /I should be over all the butterflies But I'm into you (I'm into you) And baby even on our worst nights I'm into you (I'm into you) Let 'em wonder how we got this far/

For then both drop their masks and find togetherness, happiness, serenity. I ain't barking mad, ma and dad, neither am I barking sad, but would you bar a king, or ba ba a RAM, especially a newborn lamb? I'm playin' is all, play yin and yang for a ball, for a Cinderella sole, for a sash of ash after the fire is cold. Know, I ain't barking mad - I'm mad for a lamb king though, not a lame king, not the kind that's all ear 'e-go again, making a black hole, not a black whole, not a Santa sack goal, but a Santa sack coal - no matter who die - to gamble with lives, to roll the die, to spin the chamber at the poor, for the poor know hearts are are real at least. No, I ain't no saint, but I can see t

“Boombox symphony, pavement our stage Spittin' truth and fire, turning' doubt to rage We got hunger in our eyes and fire in our souls. Words paintin' landscapes, stories taking hold."Sharon sang as we did our usual dance step—again, nothing out of the ordinary. “Got rhymes sharper than the skyline's steel facade. Flow like water, breakin' barriers, never sad. We, the underdogs, are climbin' up against the grain. Every verse is a victory; yeah, we rewrite the game. "Yeah, yeah, yeah.

"I don't believe in miracles anymore, Ben. I believe in stubbornly refusing to die. There's a difference." "Is there?" he asked, his voice softer now. "Sometimes I think your stubborn refusal to give up is the closest thing to a miracle I've seen since The Burning." The mention of The Burning made my chest tighten, as it always did. The memories were still too fresh, too raw. I could still smell the smoke, hear the screms, see the sky turning that terrible shade of orange as the world caught fire. I pushed the thoughts away, focusing instead on putting one foot in front of the other.