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brandon joyce - rhymes with taylor swift lyrics

i’m a rapper but my favorite hits are all taylor swift’s (x4)

my flow to the beat is a tailored fit
and i’mma keep it all together like a paperclip
this ain’t a novel but i’m working on a major twist
before i go to bed i floss out eraser bits
i moved to l.a. like the lakers
and paul magers, going big the way a whaler fish
with the wind at my back like a sailor p-ss
i’m all the notes that a bad movie’s trailer hit
the best one’s, and know i pray for this
but not fame, na man i slay for kicks
go on and sway your hips or just raise your mitts
i feel peace. the peace that is nature’s gift
and when i step up to the mic on a banger riff
all you rappers need handkerchiefs
you need to change your pitch. your need train your wit
go see your doctor and drain your cyst
taylor swift, you’re a thrill like when strangers kiss
you’re a comet pickin up a stargazer’s wish
you’re the first of your kind like the laserdisc
i wanna taste your red, chemical flavored lips
and we can take it slow as a glacier drift
i would never treat you like john mayer, ick!
he was a pr-ck with a dumb, skyscr-per quiff
but you bounced back fast, lightsaber swift
love should never feel laborious
and get you lower than a really mean waiter tip
and put a weight on your back that schwarzenegger lift
it should be light as a communion wafer chip
just float like the smoke of my neighbor’s spliff
and i’ll be chill up until i’m insane or stiff
but i’mma live forever through my savior’s script
there ain’t a material thing i would trade for bliss
please copy my style like a plagiarist
get a skateboard and hang on to my trailer hitch
and if you’re running with me bring your inhaler with
i take stairs man, elevators glitch
i’ll wear you out like a video gamer wrist
i recommend a calorie burning, behavior shift
outdoor kids are on an endangered list
when i grow up i wanna have a park ranger’s grit
and see the kind of thing a stock trader miss
i wanna laugh like i’m watching bill hader fl1cks
i’m so joyful i bet i make haters sick
and i don’t have deal or get paid for spit
but i don’t need to be ballplayer rich
and have a home where an airplane hangar sit
man i’m in no rush, no razor nicks
and i don’t need to fly like a wayward witch

(chorus)

girl i want you at my hip like a pager clip
i wanna buy you that red jeep wrangler whip
but right now i need to be quaker thrift
as far as cash go i have a regular grip

- brandon joyce lyrics

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