Joe Hawley Black People White People Lyrics

[Verse 1: Joe Hawley]
Black People White People
Men's Team Women's Team
Coca-Cola Pepsi-Cola
Rich People Poor People
Funny People Serious People
Easter Bunny
What the fu-!?

[Verse 2: Joe Hawley, Tulsi Devi]
Black People White People
Kids' Team Adults' Team
Smokers Non-Smokers
Sexy People Ugly People
Travelling People Indigenous People
Bigfoot
What the fu-!?

[Verse 3: All, Joe Hawley]
Black People White People
Fossil-Fueled Vehicles Electric Vehicles
Plant Eaters Meat Eaters
Civilized People Primitive People
Pious People Skeptical People
Antarctica
What the fu-!?

[Verse 4: All, Joe Hawley]
Black People White People
Good Team Bad Team
7-Up Mountain Dew
Happy People Suicide People
Scandinavian People Caribbean People
People who were born to Indonesian single moms in 1957
(Fifty seven)
(Nineteen fifty seven!)
(Fifty se-se-se-se-se-se-se-se-se-se-se-se-se)

[Verse 5: Patrick Ratliff]
I returned to the earth to rebirth the hyperbolic
(sewed my con in the tract while you were sitting diastolic)
Lobachevskian fields betray the inharmonic
​and Teutonic motivations of the legions growing on it

[Chorus: ?]
(Never gonna stop me)
(Never gonna stop me)
(Never gonna stop me)
(Never gonna stop me)

[Verse 6: Joe Hawley]
A tip of the hat to you sir, I should spout! What a riveting thesis I shan't live without;
​if you'll kindly excuse me I'll pull up my slacks
​and imagine no chasm betwixt knaves and jacks

[Verse 7: Tulsi Devi]
Delivered again, sweet ice cream in the middle
A jumble of flavors, a spliced team color riddle
I'm a headfreeze dichotomy, and mixed race lobotomy
​gazing at stars while they spar at every part of me

[Chorus: Tulsi Devi & ?]
(Never gonna stop me)
(Never gonna stop me)
(Never gonna stop me)
(Never gonna stop me)

[Verse 8: Patrick Ratliff]
Chronic electronics; Tulsi out the tropics
I's in the Cauc'us Mountains working on my phonics
Atlas shrugs and births the supersonic
Shadows on the wall; Plato's bees in your bonnet

[Verse 9: Bora Karaca]
Do ghosts ride thinner than middle?
(Ostensibly a riddle of complex complexion affinity
[but really mere proclivity for sun proximity
{vicinity of moon signals tidal paradiddle}])

[Chorus: Tulsi Devi & ?, ?]
(Never gonna stop me)
(Never gonna stop me)
(Never gonna stop me)
(Never gonna stop me)
(Never gonna stop me)
(Never gonna stop me)
(Never gonna stop me)
(Never gonna stop me)
(Never gonna stop me)
(Never gonna stop me)
(Never gonna stop me)
(Never gonna stop me)
(Never gonna stop me)
(Never gonna stop me)​​