Biografía:
Robert Pickering "Bo" Burnham (born August 21, 1990) is an American comedian, musician, actor, filmmaker and poet.[1][2][3] He began his performance career as a YouTuber in March 2006, and his videos have been viewed over 250 million times[3][4] as of December 2018.
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Otras canciones:
- #deep
- 3.14 Apple Pi
- 3.14 Apple Pie
- Are You Happy
- Art Is Dead
- Cookout
- Country Song
- Eff
- From God's Perspective
- Hell Of A Ride
- I'm Bo Yo
- Kill Yourself
- Kill Youself
- Little Adolf
- Love Is...
- Lower Your Expectations
- Men And Women
- My Whole Family
- New Math
- Oh My God
- Perfect Woman
- Repeat Stuff
- Sad
- Straight White Male
- Welcome To Youtube
- Words Words Words
- From Gods Perspective
- 314 Apple Pi
- A Love Ballad
- Cant Handle This
- Channel 5 News
- Cun
- Deep
- Fetus
- He Meant To Knock The Water Over
- High School Party
- Im Bo Yo
- Love Is
- My Better Half
- My Little Secret
- Nerds
- Oh Bo
- Oh My God Song From The Perspective Of God
- Rant
- Sunday School
- The Break Up Song
- The Perfect Woman
- The Twitter Song
- Whats Funny
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
D
I'm a faggot, I'm a retard, I got a
Bm
girl's bag, and a V-card.
G
I got three friends and a whack ass ride,
A
you can judge by the cover 'cause it's shitty on the inside.
D
No girls wanna fuck me, trust me.
Bm
I don't give a fuck, don't adjust me
G
just please shut your face hole for just one second.
A
"Fuck you faggot, you're so fucking
D
dumb."
Dumb, I'm the dumb one?
Bm
Calm down, Bo, just count to ten. Um,
G
One, two, three, whore-I mean four-shit,
A
three, four, five, bitch-I mean six-shit.
D Bm
I quit, I got no patience, you won,
I'll face it.
G A
Your life peaks at graduation, well, congratu-fucking-lations.
D Bm
Nerds, the faggots, the spastic fat chicks
G A
who sit in the back with no one to do their lab with,
D Bm
the kid with acne and tons of Proactive
G
packed inside his backpack.
A
I got your back, kid.
(Same chord progression)
Do you know why, kid, I can rap so mean?
I was reading while you were fucking the prom queen.
Huddled up reading, no lacrosse team.
"Huddle up, huddle up!"
What? You lost me.
Sorry, bro, did I interrupt the circle of jerks all circle jerking?
I need savin'? No, fuck no.
Quote the raven? No, fuck Poe.
Ah, shit, I'm bitchin, listenin'.
They don't know what they're missing.
For instance, I like poetry, I like instruments.
Maybe we have similar interests?
It's no fall balls, no balls fall.
Sit and scrawl on the stall walls.
At three p.m., I pause.
That shit sounds like applause.
Nerds, the faggots, the spastic fat chicks
who sit in the back with no one to do their lab with,
the kid with acne and tons of Proactive packed inside his backpack.
I got your back, kid.
Nerds, the faggots, the spastic fat chicks
who sit in the back with no one to do their lab with,
the kid with acne and tons of Proactive packed inside his backpack.
I got your back, kid.
(Dm, Bb)
Dm Bb
She stood in line and got cut.
Dm Bb
Tried out, got cut.
Dm Bb
Loved art, but the budget got cut.
Dm Bb
Then, she got numb, and she only felt
Dm
when she knelt and cut.
Dm, Bb x3, Dm (one strum)
(Nerds, nerds, nerds, nerds, nerds, nerds, nerds)
D Bm
Nerds, the faggots, the spastic fat chicks
G A
who sit in the back with no one to do their lab with,
D Bm
the kid with acne and tons of Proactive
G
packed inside his backpack.
A
I got your back, kid.
I know it's bad, kid.
I got your back, kid.
D
I'm a faggot, I'm a retard, I got a
Bm
girl's bag, and a V-card.
G
I got three friends and a whack ass ride,
A
you can judge by the cover 'cause it's shitty on the inside.
D
No girls wanna fuck me, trust me.
Bm
I don't give a fuck, don't adjust me
G
just please shut your face hole for just one second.
A
"Fuck you faggot, you're so fucking
D
dumb."
Dumb, I'm the dumb one?
Bm
Calm down, Bo, just count to ten. Um,
G
One, two, three, whore-I mean four-shit,
A
three, four, five, bitch-I mean six-shit.
D Bm
I quit, I got no patience, you won,
I'll face it.
G A
Your life peaks at graduation, well, congratu-fucking-lations.
D Bm
Nerds, the faggots, the spastic fat chicks
G A
who sit in the back with no one to do their lab with,
D Bm
the kid with acne and tons of Proactive
G
packed inside his backpack.
A
I got your back, kid.
(Same chord progression)
Do you know why, kid, I can rap so mean?
I was reading while you were fucking the prom queen.
Huddled up reading, no lacrosse team.
"Huddle up, huddle up!"
What? You lost me.
Sorry, bro, did I interrupt the circle of jerks all circle jerking?
I need savin'? No, fuck no.
Quote the raven? No, fuck Poe.
Ah, shit, I'm bitchin, listenin'.
They don't know what they're missing.
For instance, I like poetry, I like instruments.
Maybe we have similar interests?
It's no fall balls, no balls fall.
Sit and scrawl on the stall walls.
At three p.m., I pause.
That shit sounds like applause.
Nerds, the faggots, the spastic fat chicks
who sit in the back with no one to do their lab with,
the kid with acne and tons of Proactive packed inside his backpack.
I got your back, kid.
Nerds, the faggots, the spastic fat chicks
who sit in the back with no one to do their lab with,
the kid with acne and tons of Proactive packed inside his backpack.
I got your back, kid.
(Dm, Bb)
Dm Bb
She stood in line and got cut.
Dm Bb
Tried out, got cut.
Dm Bb
Loved art, but the budget got cut.
Dm Bb
Then, she got numb, and she only felt
Dm
when she knelt and cut.
Dm, Bb x3, Dm (one strum)
(Nerds, nerds, nerds, nerds, nerds, nerds, nerds)
D Bm
Nerds, the faggots, the spastic fat chicks
G A
who sit in the back with no one to do their lab with,
D Bm
the kid with acne and tons of Proactive
G
packed inside his backpack.
A
I got your back, kid.
I know it's bad, kid.
I got your back, kid.
D
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