The Chill Is Gone
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What time we on?
Always
Pardon me fellas, couldn't help overhearing
My name's Sneaky Pete, big time talent agent
I'm here at the festival with one of the other acts
I just had to come over here and ask
Have you guys ever thought of forming a boy band?
A boy band? Why would we form a boy band?
I'm serious, you two have got the fucking look
You've got the look
You've got the look
Look out now, look out now
This is the last passion of the Christ on a crutch
Slice up the dutch, fill it with the fruit of your labor
Once it's ripe enough, I know brother times are tough
New times same as the old times, OC said time's up
I told the piper that you already paid up
But the venom from the viper made you morally bankrupt
Now face the break up, a total waste of make up
A kitchen in disarray, a tornado of plates and cups
Save some stuff for the getaway
Save your luck with nothing else cause everything else
You said it anyway
Help us on a swing in the form of a storm chaser
A drama magnet in a bomber jacket
A lawbreaker, a tax fraud looking for poor labor and cheap thrills
One cup of coffee shared between two or three refills
I am motherfucker, stand there and suffer
Take it like scrap metal, your mouth needs a manhole cover
Because the chill is (gone)
The chill is (gone)
The chill is (gone)
The chill is (gone)
The chill was never here (I know)
The chill was never here (I know)
The chill was never here (I know)
The chill is (gone)
The chill is (gone)
The chill is (gone)
The chill is (gone)
The chill was never here (I know)
The chill was never here
Don't you never ever pull my lever
Back in the barber chair, fucking up your market share
Everybody wanna build, most lack the hardware
Go against the grain and go insane to save a pop career
When it all falls down, promise y'all are not for player
I'mma stop you there, rocketeers dropping out of space
Bid with an audition tape for Amazing Race
Got erased, never made it out the gate, played anyway
Rebel to the game, road warrior, renegade
Step away from the levitate, tame and let it gaze
Ungovernable, what's troubling you could escalate
Step and raise a hatchet neck, help you get in better shape
Who the hell are they? BBM, tell a friend
Tell an enemy, we regenerate deep in record crates
Keep it freaky, hella late, trying to bend the wave
MMA was a popular sport and it still is
So don't get thrown in chokehold submission
When the chill is (gone)
The chill is (gone)
The chill is (gone)
The chill is (gone)
The chill was never here (I know)
The chill was never here (I know)
Don't you never ever pull my lever
The chill is (gone)
The chill is (gone)
The chill is (gone)
The chill is (gone)
The chill was never here (I know)
The chill was never here
Don't you never ever pull my lever
Cause I expose
Let it ghost to your favorite writer
The rest of them trendy clothes and shows
Your goals I exceed
I'm trying to plank on these beats until you spill in the street
Grilling police, no weak excuse
Don't you know you supposed to motivate the crowd
Make opponents shake the ground
Overtake the crown, execute
With the finely calibrated agitated fortified crew
Who proved the chill is (gone)
The chill is (gone)
The chill is (gone)
The chill is (gone)
The chill was never here (I know)
The chill was never here (I know)
Don't you never ever pull my lever
The chill is (gone)
The chill is (gone)
The chill is (gone)
The chill is (gone)
The chill was never here (I know)
The chill was never here (I know)
Don't you never ever pull my lever
Alright guys, call me
Take my card, call me
I'm serious
You've got the look
You've got the look
I mean, it's Timberlake
You've got the look
You've got the look
Boy band looking like fuckers
No, you can't join the band, alright?
I retract the invitation
This is our gentle foray into toxic masculinity
We are a man band, epic face to face man band
Let's go, one more time
You've got the look