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Luke Boyd
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Don't give a fuck, my raps are all dad jokes Thinking of another rhyme Don't give a fuck, my raps are all dad jokes I hear the phone ringing, I'll let 'em know you called Then you can meet me on the corners like two walls, huh I always pack an extra pair of socks when I golf 'Cause I usually get a hole one... dad jokes I don't trust you like a set of stairs, you're up to something I'm afraid for you like the calendar, your days are numbered Came to jump around but I'm jumping out the mosh pit The car look fresh but the muffler sound exhausted Vroom vroom, take the lane just to switch sides No subliminals or façade, I don't diss guys Elevator jokes, they work on many levels Heavy metal music Head banging and banging to it How we doing, Luke Boyd nice to meet ya Whole flow, so dope why critique us Got 'em tripping, oh boy, tie your sneakers 'Cause we don't, we don't, we don't run the same race Don't give a fuck, my raps are all dad jokes Thinking of another rhyme Don't give a fuck, my raps are all dad jokes Don't be mad Hate to cut you off but I gotta go Fresher than fresh, like a dad joke And you know and I know My raps are all dad jokes I stay cooler than an icicle Ain't doing nothing, I'm too tired like a bicycle A flow that might cripple, cold poke out like nipples Gotta hold close like triples, 'til they put their doubles down right Dad put the dog out, I didn't even know that that bitch was on fire I'm higher than Bon Iver I'm used to drawing blanks that's the life of songwriters Got me pushing through the day 'cause I've been pulling all nighters I got dad jokes, shoutout to my crew I can count on every one of them like my fingers Smokers and drinkers Hopers and dreamers My trophies sit on the shelf and gather dust like a vacuum cleaner Better move on please Or you can chew on these I always hated facial hair, and then it grew on me Took my bike off road until the bike's rode off You think you harder than a Mac, but you Microsoft Kid I got dad jokes Don't give a fuck, my raps are all dad jokes Thinking of another rhyme Don't give a fuck, my raps are all dad jokes Don't be mad Hate to cut you off but I gotta go Fresher than fresh, like a dad joke And you know and I know My raps are all dad jokes How we doing, Luke Boyd nice to meet ya Whole flow, so dope why critique us Got 'em tripping, oh boy, tie your sneakers 'Cause we don't, we don't, we don't run the same race
Writer(s): Luke Boyd, Brian Arthur Pelrine Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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