Lyrics The Chill Is Gone - Epic Beard Men, Sage Francis, B. Dolan

The Chill Is Gone

What time are 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?
I’m serious
Why would we form a boy band
You two have got the fucking look
You’ve got the look
You’ve got the look
Oh look out now, look out now
This is the last passion of the Christ on the crutch
Sliced up the dutch
Fill it with the fruit of your labor once it’s ripe enough
I know, brother, time’s are tough
New times same as the old times, OC said «Time's Up»
I told the piper that you’re already paid up
But the venom from the viper made you morally bankrupt
Now face the breakup, a total waste of make-up
A kitchen in disarray, a tornado of plates and cups
Save some stuff for the getaway
Say good luck if nothing else ‘cause everything else?
You said it anyway
Help is on its way in the form of a storm chaser
A drama magnet in a bomber jacket, a lawbreaker
A tax fraud lookin' for poor labor and cheap thrills
One cup of coffee shared between two with free refills
I am motherfucker, stand there and suffer
Take it like scrap metal, your mouth needs a man 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
You’ve got the look
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
You’ve got the look
Don’tchu never ever
Pull my lever
Back in the barber chair, fuckin' up your market share
Everybody wanna build, most lack the hardware
Go against the grain or go insane to save a pop career
When it all falls down promise y’all are not prepared
I’mma stop ya there
Rocket chairs droppin' outta space
Beard Men audition tape for Amazing Race
Gotta race never made it out the gate, play anyway
Rebel to the game, road warrior renegade
Step away from the leopard cage, aim for better days
Ungovernable, there’s trouble you can escalate
Step in ways to edge your neck, help you get in better shape
Who the hell are they?
EBM
Tell a friend tell an enemy
We regenerate, deep in record crates
Keepin' freakin' hella late
MMA was a popular sport and it still is
So don’t get thrown in chokehold submissions
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’tchu never ever… pull my
You’ve got the look
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’tchu never ever pull my lever
'Cause I explode
Then it goes to your favorite writer
Directin' them pretty clothes
It shows you gold I exceed!
I’m tryin' to plank on these beats
Until you spillin' the street grillin' police
No weak excuse
Don’tchu know you’re supposed to motivate the crowd
Make opponents shake the ground
Overtake the crown execute
With the finely calibrated agitated photo by crew
Who prove
The chill is gone
The chill is gone
The chill is gone
The chill is gone
The chill was never here
Where’d it go?
The chill was never here
Where’d it go?
Don’tchu never ever… pull my
You’ve got the look
The chill is gone
The chill is gone
The chill is gone
The chill is gone (You've got the look!)
The chill was never here
Where’d it go?
The chill was never here
Where’d it go?
Never ever… pull my lever
Alright guys
Call me (Okay)
Take my card (yeah), I’m serious
You’ve got the look!
Yeah, man, alright alright
You’ve got the look!
I mean… Timberlake
You’ve got the look!
You’ve got the look!
Boy band… you gotta be…
I dunno, man
No, you CAN’T join the band aight
I retract the invitation
This is our gentle foray into TOXIC masculinity
We are a MAN band
EPIC kicks your face
MAN’s your life
Band
Let’s go
One more time
You’ve got the look!