[Intro: Joe Hawley, Ryan Scott, Jason Satz, Rob Cantor, -Andrew Laurich-, -Drew Thodeson-, -Brandon Hall-, --Rick Lax--] We need cash What happened to our stash? I bought an electric guitar I rented a shiny car I went out to lunch -But McDonalds is a thrifty munch- -I purchased a random flute- -I hired a prostitute- --Whatever will we do?-- We'll have to think it through Isaiah Rashad 'Heavenly Father' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified [Verse 1: Brandon Hall, Joe Hawley, Rob Cantor, Anar Ismailov] I know! I will start to sell my body parts A kidney or a lung, my liver or my tongue! I'll distribute them in jars to people driving cars! I have a better plan, I'll marry a wealthy man Wouldn't that make you gay? Not necessari-lay That would be okay, what? I'll sleep in a separate bed, and I'll refrain from giving... kisses We'll be happy for a while, I'll try to comply to his style And keep his mansion clean, then I'll kill him and inherit his green [Chorus: Anar Ismailov] Break it down! [Verse 2: Drew Thodeson, Andrew Laurich] It wouldn't be so tough to sell my girlfriend's stuff Her computer and her sewing kit will go for quite a bit That doesn't seem so kind I doubt that she will mind We'll start a fake foundation, a non-profit organization We'll say it's for the mute, the blind, and destitute Then we'll get to take the money that we make We'll salvage all we can and take it to Afghanistan [Chorus: Anar Ismailov] Break it down! [Verse 3: Tom Liu, Jason Satz, Ryan Scott] Ninjas are totally sweet! So light and nimble on their feet! So good at being bad! I wish I had a ninja for a dad! (Kill him, son!) "Put your money in the cup or this assassin will cut you up! Do not attempt to mess with me! I met a guy who met Bruce Lee... ...'s mother's...cousin's...niece's...brother's...neighbor's...doctor's...ex-boyfriend's...dog" It won't be hard at all making money with a crystal ball "According to the tarot cards, your body will be torn to shards The pieces spread around, your mangled carcass never found." That's all I'll have to say and then they'll have to pay I know! I could... *inhale* *exhale* [Chorus: Anar Ismailov] Break it down! [Verse 4: Rick Lax, Rob Cantor, Jason Satz] I'll make the money grow with my impromptu magic show Performing in the streets, death defying feats People would shriek and shout but that's what magic is all about "My god, is he alright?" I do this every night I'll ace the GRE and harvest a PHD (Paging Dr. Rob) After curing the HIV, I'll collect my royalties Do you think you're bright enough? Let's get his girlfriend's stuff [Chorus: Anar Ismailov] Break it down!
@@youtubeuserdan4017he(rick lax) posted a pic of him and joe on facebook this april with the caption “i am childhood friends with joe hawley of tally hall. have you heard his music?”
@@Zolanum I mean I never said it wasn't a coincidence. It most probably is. Gira's stuff sounding similar to Branca isn't surprising since he's openly inspired by him, is more so the point I'm making There's another song similar to both Oxygen and Lesson No. 2, I might make a third video.
Got bored and cause I write lyrics when I'm bored, enjoy. We, need, cash. What happened to our stash? . . . . . . . I bought an electric, guitar. (guitar sound) I rented, a shiny, car, I, went out, to lunch! But McDonalds is a thrifty, munch.. I purchased, a random, flute! (flute sound) I hired, a prosti, tute.. Whatever, will we, do? We'll have to, think it, through. . . . . . . . I know! I will start, To sell my body! -parts. A kidney, or, a lung. My liver, or, my phung! I'll distribute, them, in jars, to people, driving, cars! . . . . I have, a better, plan! I'll marry, a wealthy, man. Wouldn't, that make you, gay? Not nece, ssari, lay! That, would be, okay! ....what? I'll sleep in, a seperate, bed. And I'll refrain, from giving..... kisses. We'll be happy, for, a while, I'll try to, comply to, his style, And keep, his mansion, clean.. Then I'll kill him and inherit, his green! *Break it down!* It wouldn't, be so, tough, To sell, my girlfriend's, stuff Her computer and her sewing, kit Will go, for quite, a bit! That doesn't, seem, so kind.. I doubt, that she, will mind . . . . We’ll start, a fake, foundation! A non-profit, organ, isation! We’ll say, it’s for, the mute. The blind, and desti, tute. Then, we’ll get, to take, The money, that, we make. We’ll salvage, all, we can, And take it to Afghani, stan! *Break it down!* Ninjas, are tota, lly sweet! So light and nimble, on, their feet! So good, at being, bad. I wish I had a ninja for a, dad! (Kill him, son) Put your money, in, the cup Or this assassin, will cut, you up! Do not attempt, to mess, with me! I met a guy, who met, Bruce Lee!! -‘s mother’s, cousin’s, niece’s, brother’s, neighbour’s, doctor’s, ex-boyfriend’s, dog. . . . . It won’t, be hard, at all, Making money with a crystal, ball! According to the tarot, cards... Your body will be torn, to shards! The pieces, spread, around, Your mangled carcass, never, found! That’s all, I’ll, have to say. And then, they’ll have to, pay. I know, I could- (sniffing sounds, and then unintelligable..) Ahhhhh.. *Break it down!* . . . . . . . I’ll make, the money, grow, With my impromptu, magic, show! (flute sound, again) Performing, in, the streets, Death, defying, feats! People, would shriek, and shout, But that’s what magic, is all, about! “My god, is he, alright!?” I do this, every, night! . . . . I’ll ace, the GR, E, And harvest, a Ph.D! After curing, the HI, V, I’ll collect, my royalties. Do you think, you’re bright, enough? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Let’s get his girlfriend’s stuff. *Break it down!*
I’m making a playlist featuring songs with “breakdown baby.” Currently it includes this song and “The Number Song” by DJ Shadow. Do anyone have suggestions? For example what is the origin of the “Number Song” sample?
