Never will I regret anything more than trying to transcribe this fucking song, for the most part it was fun as shit making this but holy fuck the lyrics, the FUCKING LYRICS because turns out that trying to transcribe something that isn't in tune is actually kind of hard
Edit:I decided to remove the """Lyrics""" from the mid file because they were fucking sad

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 FUCK?
Black people, White people
Kids team, Adults team
Smokers, Non-Smokers
Sexy people, Ugly people
Travelling people, Indigenous people
Bigfoot
WHAT THE FUCK?
Black people, White people
Fossil-fueled vehicles, Electric vehicles
Plant eaters, Meat eaters
Civilized people, Primitive people
Pious people, Skeptical people
Antartica
WHAT THE FUCK?
Black people, White people
Good team, Bad team
7-UP, Mountain dew
Happy people, Suicidal people
Scandinavian people, Caribean people
People who were born to Indonesian single moms in nineteen fifty seven
Fifty seven
Nineteen fifty-seven!
Fifty-seven-seven-seven-seven-seven-seven-seven
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
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop
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!
Delivered again, sweet ice cream in the middle
A jumble of flavors, a spliced team color riddle
I'm a head-freeze dichotomy, a mixed-race lobotomy
Gazing at stars while they spar every part of me
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop
Chronic electronics
Tulsi out the tropics
I's in the Cauc'us Mountains and working on my phonics
Atlas shrugs and burst the supersonic nhl
Shadows on the wall
Plato's bees in your bonnet
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
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop