Who took your words away
Covered your whole light with gray
What good is the silent way
When all you are is what you say
Pitchin switches for fishin conditions
Pitchers switch hit fit and flit the day away
These ditches won't dig themselves today
His story so sad you be in stitches
This party packed with the hottest... conversation
Patience with the male Caucasian
Flinching his Abercrombie got too many fitches
Hitch up the crew cook up something crude with more eye of lizard than ancient witch stew
Switcharoo to the fixed glitches
Your rhymes are so antique they kitsch
My rhymes so catchy they give you itches
You all complain like a bunch of whiners
Diners eating all I'm serving today
Young bucks tuck in 9s buckaroo banzai styling
While cucks taking all the business from the concubines
While stuck up moneyed folk funk around dunk in town drunk up all the scenery in sound
Clock cockin' locked up he tried to jack the truck
But it was stick shift so grift clucks a tongue at the rut they stuck
So back the truck up go to LA get a tuck up
Complexion like a hockey puck wipe off that muck
And like curly go nyucknyuck
Took your rook while going for the king you stuck in the crosshairs
While bishops cover up child sex rings and ICE truck pluck the non-white up
You need to get your yuck up
Get a good meal with your fork sup down a cup a ground chuck
Tuck your bed up then get up n go ahead and shut the
Cigarette loosely loosey hangin out
With vigor no pig'll single you out
Giggling' while you hide in an igloo house
Cooler than Kurt Russell with his finger on the trigger of a blower
Packing incognito drivin the rig
With biggie small world we living in
Twigs blowin in the wind linger on tigger till Pooh do it too
And Eeyore zig or zag big store price tag
Make a tongue go wag like my rhymes
Make mcs ehrmaghad play solo gigger
Bigger diggers couldn't figure a little hair of the trigger that bit ya
Hold my place I gotta go hang out with my
Sure as shots will get you every shady bit of fit
Get did your hair
Losing hope quicker than the man in black in the pit of despair hitting a pair
With Big K.R.I.T. style flair
Finding it hard to speak without having to swear
Don't be a dits eat a big pile o' schnitzel
Pop zits with a pistol
How many hits your Fitbit say your foot go
She sells sea shells by the seashore but for a hundred deep
She give you safe passage through a trap door
Quit spittin fake wit
Get your papers fixed too legit
Don't look to the man in charge cause he truly don't give a
Chris Blais - Swear Off Lyrics
Chris Blais - Swear Off Lyrics
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Who took your words away
Covered your whole light with gray
What good is the silent way
When all you are is what you say
Pitchin switches for fishin conditions
Pitchers switch hit fit and flit the day away
These ditches won't dig themselves today
His story so sad you be in stitches
This party packed with the hottest... conversation
Patience with the male Caucasian
Flinching his Abercrombie got too many fitches
Hitch up the crew cook up something crude with more eye of lizard than ancient witch stew
Switcharoo to the fixed glitches
Your rhymes are so antique they kitsch
My rhymes so catchy they give you itches
You all complain like a bunch of whiners
Diners eating all I'm serving today
Young bucks tuck in 9s buckaroo banzai styling
While cucks taking all the business from the concubines
While stuck up moneyed folk funk around dunk in town drunk up all the scenery in sound
Clock cockin' locked up he tried to jack the truck
But it was stick shift so grift clucks a tongue at the rut they stuck
So back the truck up go to LA get a tuck up
Complexion like a hockey puck wipe off that muck
And like curly go nyucknyuck
Took your rook while going for the king you stuck in the crosshairs
While bishops cover up child sex rings and ICE truck pluck the non-white up
You need to get your yuck up
Get a good meal with your fork sup down a cup a ground chuck
Tuck your bed up then get up n go ahead and shut the
Cigarette loosely loosey hangin out
With vigor no pig'll single you out
Giggling' while you hide in an igloo house
Cooler than Kurt Russell with his finger on the trigger of a blower
Packing incognito drivin the rig
With biggie small world we living in
Twigs blowin in the wind linger on tigger till Pooh do it too
And Eeyore zig or zag big store price tag
Make a tongue go wag like my rhymes
Make mcs ehrmaghad play solo gigger
Bigger diggers couldn't figure a little hair of the trigger that bit ya
Hold my place I gotta go hang out with my
Sure as shots will get you every shady bit of fit
Get did your hair
Losing hope quicker than the man in black in the pit of despair hitting a pair
With Big K.R.I.T. style flair
Finding it hard to speak without having to swear
Don't be a dits eat a big pile o' schnitzel
Pop zits with a pistol
How many hits your Fitbit say your foot go
She sells sea shells by the seashore but for a hundred deep
She give you safe passage through a trap door
Quit spittin fake wit
Get your papers fixed too legit
Don't look to the man in charge cause he truly don't give a
Covered your whole light with gray
What good is the silent way
When all you are is what you say
Pitchin switches for fishin conditions
Pitchers switch hit fit and flit the day away
These ditches won't dig themselves today
His story so sad you be in stitches
This party packed with the hottest... conversation
Patience with the male Caucasian
Flinching his Abercrombie got too many fitches
Hitch up the crew cook up something crude with more eye of lizard than ancient witch stew
Switcharoo to the fixed glitches
Your rhymes are so antique they kitsch
My rhymes so catchy they give you itches
You all complain like a bunch of whiners
Diners eating all I'm serving today
Young bucks tuck in 9s buckaroo banzai styling
While cucks taking all the business from the concubines
While stuck up moneyed folk funk around dunk in town drunk up all the scenery in sound
Clock cockin' locked up he tried to jack the truck
But it was stick shift so grift clucks a tongue at the rut they stuck
So back the truck up go to LA get a tuck up
Complexion like a hockey puck wipe off that muck
And like curly go nyucknyuck
Took your rook while going for the king you stuck in the crosshairs
While bishops cover up child sex rings and ICE truck pluck the non-white up
You need to get your yuck up
Get a good meal with your fork sup down a cup a ground chuck
Tuck your bed up then get up n go ahead and shut the
Cigarette loosely loosey hangin out
With vigor no pig'll single you out
Giggling' while you hide in an igloo house
Cooler than Kurt Russell with his finger on the trigger of a blower
Packing incognito drivin the rig
With biggie small world we living in
Twigs blowin in the wind linger on tigger till Pooh do it too
And Eeyore zig or zag big store price tag
Make a tongue go wag like my rhymes
Make mcs ehrmaghad play solo gigger
Bigger diggers couldn't figure a little hair of the trigger that bit ya
Hold my place I gotta go hang out with my
Sure as shots will get you every shady bit of fit
Get did your hair
Losing hope quicker than the man in black in the pit of despair hitting a pair
With Big K.R.I.T. style flair
Finding it hard to speak without having to swear
Don't be a dits eat a big pile o' schnitzel
Pop zits with a pistol
How many hits your Fitbit say your foot go
She sells sea shells by the seashore but for a hundred deep
She give you safe passage through a trap door
Quit spittin fake wit
Get your papers fixed too legit
Don't look to the man in charge cause he truly don't give a
Writer: Christopher Blais
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid