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 piss 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 prick with a dumb, skyscraper 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 flicks 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