“Bonnaroo 2014,” by Professor Rex
Where the press at?
Where the press at?
Where the press at?
Where the press at?
Walking the farm, doing no harm
Just getting high, just getting by
Just getting fried, just getting wired
Just getting higher, just getting tired
Going to see Elton and the rest of 'em
All this shit is unprecedented
No bitching, no snitching
There's no money in toothpaste prediction
Stand still long enough, get handed a bowl
Here we go, weekend goals
Drink a lot, but don't get gonye
Puff, puff pass, microscope Kanye
Get off your ass and walk around
Drop some tabs with Danny Brown
Get a tan, but don't get burnt
Don't get so high you wish you weren't
Which stage, what stage, I'm bent
This tent, that tent, the other tent
Who knows where my shit went
Bring it back and I won't get bent
Walking the farm, doing no harm
Just getting high, just getting by
Just getting fried, just getting wired
Just getting higher, just getting tired
World cup soccer, world cup of drugs
Can't get no hotter, give out free hugs
Danny Brown, brought it down, no clown
Rocked that shit to the ground
Janelle Monae all day, all ways
Many mini donuts with lots of glaze
Play my song, play the hit
Plato said throw shit at shit (or was it Aristotle)
It's dangerous to go in the crapper
By chance I found this rapper
Too much heat, could be a factor
Why are there so many songs about tractors
Shit I can't find the Sonic Forest
Can't handle the line for Hannibal Burress
You can't comprehend the pain I bring
Who knew shit coolers were a thing
Walking the farm, doing no harm
Just getting high, just getting by
Just getting fried, just getting wired
Just getting higher, just getting tired
Gotta see Jack White tonight
Guide myself by the tower lights
Silent disco, don't say a word
Silent auction, thought you heard
So much dirt, I'll never be clean
The Wonder Waffle dude was smoking that green
Drink enough water so you don't die
Hey Kanye, we always touch the sky
Drug-sniffing horses are a hassle
Got so much money, I'm stacking castles
Free dollar refills of redneck soda
Should've brought a costume and dressed like Yoda
They let me hit that shit, now I owe 'em
Kanye West is afraid of totems
It's hard to cut food with a spork
Skillrex is the king of the dorks
Walking the farm, doing no harm
Just getting high, just getting by
Just getting fried, just getting wired
Just getting higher, just getting tired
All right, take a look and see
Here's the Bonnaroo hierarchy
At the top, there's only Kanye
In a helicopter dropping bombyes
Alright, maybe he'll never play the Superbowl
But he can start the crowd and stop 'em cold
We got sky people, then horse people
Then regular people, and a fake steeple
And the crawlers are towards the bottom
Then douchebags, you know we got a lot of 'em
And even though the mob might get glitchy
At the bottom is Lionel Richie
Too many bros, don't need those
Cream of the slop, they don't stop
Special shout out 2 the shit cleaners
They'd get my vote for Bonnaroo MVP
Walking the farm, doing no harm
Just getting high, just getting by
Just getting fried, just getting wired
Just getting higher, just getting tired
They told me I would never play at the Super Bowl
They told me I would never play at the Super Bowl
They told me I would never play at the Super Bowl
They told me I would never play at the Super Bowl
At least not until I'm super old