Joyce 1

[Intro: Riley Lake, Joëlle Phuong Minh Lê, & Busdriver] Looking up a sec What kind of love is this Looking up What kind of love is this Yo Looking up a sec What kind of love is this Hellfyre Looking up Go Looking up a sec What kind of love is this Yeah Looking up Yeah [Verse 1: Busdriver] Y'all got sick of my omnipresence On my electronic press kit And now I keep my body pressed against You later and give it a sloppy wet kiss Still I liked her so I copy pressed print When they led us to the body to bench press But amongst all of those 90s sex nips A popular com was Cosby or Fresh Prince In the 90s In the 90s [Chorus 1: Busdriver & Joëlle Phuong Minh Lê] What kind of love is this Cuz it feels like I struck it rich What kind of love is this (what kind of love is this) Cuz it feels like I struck it rich What kind of love is this Cuz it feels like I struck it rich What kind of love is this Cuz it feels like I struck it rich What kind of love is this What kind of love is this [Verse 2: Busdriver] I used to kick it at a Miller's Outpost Would write insufferable tales or tally jokes The reaper sighted at the Tim album roast This is where we used to live and how spokes Looked before I been pricked out alone I fell from grace but the dismount was dope My other homies angles or they milquetoast Complaining that they're killed for meal soaked But I hopped on that transatlantic flight They should support us I'm a hand, sale, and sight Put some songs on a bandcamp site Now I'm paid like transplant eyes For y'all I ain't got my tears to waste You laid out some side bearing wake But white homies with a Guy Pearce face Making music that's five years late Me meeting fish on the high seas with spicy sauce Serving rappers acting all feisty Over a nice sea of crops I don't give a fuck if you some white weed With a siamese dog Paying crimes' fees At a Chinese mosque How political figures'll make a high priest dry heave cough You love still that we off You love still that we off Yeah [Bridge: Busdriver & Joëlle Phuong Minh Lê] You don't deserve this love I want it all You don't deserve this love I want it all You don't deserve this love [Chorus 2: Busdriver] What kind of love is this Cuz it feels like I struck it rich What kind of love is this Cuz it feels like I struck it rich What kind of love is this Cuz it feels like I struck it rich What kind of love is this Cuz it feels like I struck it rich [Verse 3: Busdriver] Let's brainwash the general masses And treat all labels like a medical practice I feel like taking the hypocratic oath To where I doctor these rich anecdotes I tell my peeps I got the Hispanic vote Like I'm really tryna be a congressman I realign myself but about a trend Nigga I just need love like a primadonna Imma roll weary worry warts Speaking in some eerie slurred snorts I believe that my kind will be sentenced To death by the superior court So fuck with ya boy [Outro: Busdriver] (Fuck with ya boy) Show me love (fuck with ya boy) Show me love (fuck with ya boy) Show me love (fuck with ya boy) Show me love (fuck with ya boy) Show me love (fuck with ya boy) Show me love (fuck with ya boy) Show me love (fuck with ya boy) (Fuck with ya boy) (Fuck with ya boy) (With ya boy) (With ya boy)