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)