🎵 I Write Hymns Not Travesties // by Yung Gravy

18 ContributorsI Write Hymns Not Travesties Lyrics “I Write Hymns Not Travesties” is Yung Gravy’s parody-laced homage to “I Write Sins Not Tragedies” by Panic! at the Disco. Released on June 25, 2025, the track twists lyrics from the 2005 emo-pop classic… Read More  [Intro: Yung Gravy] It’s the smooth sounds of Diamond Pistols (I chimed in with a—) Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey (I chimed in with a—) [Verse 1: Yung Gravy] Hit the boof blunt, feeling Panic! at the Disco Neck, wrist diamonds, but I never smoked crystal Margiela Maison, Gravy posted in the middle Whole lot of fine shits in both of my peripherals One, two, three, Forbes' 30 under 30 300 women, dive up in it like I'm Xerxes Sailing through the streets with the drip, give 'em scurvy End it on a high note, feel like Brendon Urie [Chorus: Brendon Urie, Yung Gravy] I chimed in with a, "Haven't you people ever heard of—" Getting your goddamn dough up? Go and get some bread Stack that change 'til the day I'm dead I chimed in, "Haven't you people ever heard of—" (Ayy) Getting your goddamn hoes up? Put you on game Make that bag, then you make it rain [Verse 2: Yung Gravy] Butter up the booty, had to spray it with the Crisco Crème Brûlée skin, but the coochie on flamingo (Woah) Kitty talking to me, call me Dr. Dolittle (Kitty) Before she get the dick, she gon' have to solve a riddle Coochie waterfall, TLC, hit it gentle Shit was so bussin' that I busted accidental That was yo' bitch? Must be coincidental Lemme talk to 'em, baby, flip the instrumental I only write hymns, I don't write no travesties Every time I step out, catch a few casualties I've been known to pull, baby, it's Yung Gravity I only get addressed by your wife as "Your Majesty" My hoes handpicked with poise and rationality Swiss, Persian, Thai, Cuban, plenty nationalities Riding drop top with a Miss Congeniality Got six VOGUE models in my booth at the Applebee's [Chorus: Brendon Urie, Yung Gravy] I chimed in with a, "Haven't you people ever heard of—" Getting your goddamn dough up? Go and get some bread Stack that change 'til the day I'm dead I chimed in, "Haven't you people ever heard of—" (Ayy) Getting your goddamn hoes up? Put you on game Make that bag, then you make it rain I chimed in with a, "Haven't you people ever heard of—" Getting your goddamn dough up? Go and get some bread Stack that change 'til the day I'm dead I chimed in, "Haven't you people ever heard of—" (Ayy) Getting your goddamn hoes up? Put you on game Make that bag, then you make it rain (Again) [Outro] Gravy train