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
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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Luke Boyd, Brian Arthur Pelrine
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