My Nuts Your Chin | So Wet 🫦 Response

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V5.5

[Verse 1]  
catch their attention right away.  
say something clever that's not cliche.  
oh fuck! that's not possible anymore,  
like selling vacuums. - door to door.

[Pre-Chorus]  
you want a metaphor that pulls them in,  
but all I've really got is my nuts your chin,  
try to dress it up with a knowing grin,  
but the punchline's stuck where the rhyme's been.

[Chorus]  
my nuts your chin, that's the hook I'm in,  
if it sounds obscene, well, blame my pen,  
I could talk 'bout love or original sin,  
but it all comes back to my nuts your chin.  
you can roll your eyes while you sing along,  
say it's juvenile, say the joke’s all wrong,  
but you still hum it when the day grows thin,  
’cause it’s stuck in your head, my nuts your chin.

[Verse 2]  
start with a story that feels profound,  
dress up the truth in a three-chord sound,  
I reach for wisdom, but I trip and fall,  
on every tired trope that you've heard and all.  
I could fake depth like a late-night show,  
quote some philosopher you don't know,  
but beneath the verses and the violin,  
it's still just me and my nuts your chin.

[Bridge]  
I could say it’s satire, I could claim it’s art,  
hide a cheap gag in a bleeding heart,  
wrap up the filth in a velvet spin,  
call it commentary, but it’s my nuts your chin.  
and if you think I'm just wasting breath,  
well every chorus is a bait-and-switch theft,  
you come for the meaning, but the meaning's thin,  
’cause the hook drags you back to my nuts your chin.

[Verse 3]  
maybe I'm tired of the same old game,  
chasing a chorus that all sounds the same,  
every line's a mirror, every rhyme's a spin,  
on the same old face with a different grin.  
so I'll hang a truth on a vulgar phrase,  
let the crowd laugh through the billboard haze,  
’cause if nothing’s new, then we might as well grin,  
while I swing this hook: my nuts your chin.

[Outro]  
so when the credits roll and the lights go dim,  
you'll remember the line that made your patience thin,  
not the clever bits or the places we’ve been,  
just a dumb little echo: my nuts your chin.  
hum it in traffic, curse it under your breath,  
this stupid refrain that outlives the rest,  
when the last note fades and the claps wear thin,  
you'll still hear me whisper: my nuts your chin.

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[Verse 1] catch their attention right away. say something clever that's not cliche. oh fuck! that's not possible anymore, like selling vacuums. - door to door. [Pre-Chorus] you want a metaphor that pulls them in, but all I've really got is my nuts your chin, try to dress it up with a knowing grin, but the punchline's stuck where the rhyme's been. [Chorus] my nuts your chin, that's the hook I'm in, if it sounds obscene, well, blame my pen, I could talk 'bout love or original sin, but it all comes back to my nuts your chin. you can roll your eyes while you sing along, say it's juvenile, say the joke’s all wrong, but you still hum it when the day grows thin, ’cause it’s stuck in your head, my nuts your chin. [Verse 2] start with a story that feels profound, dress up the truth in a three-chord sound, I reach for wisdom, but I trip and fall, on every tired trope that you've heard and all. I could fake depth like a late-night show, quote some philosopher you don't know, but beneath the verses and the violin, it's still just me and my nuts your chin. [Bridge] I could say it’s satire, I could claim it’s art, hide a cheap gag in a bleeding heart, wrap up the filth in a velvet spin, call it commentary, but it’s my nuts your chin. and if you think I'm just wasting breath, well every chorus is a bait-and-switch theft, you come for the meaning, but the meaning's thin, ’cause the hook drags you back to my nuts your chin. [Chorus] my nuts your chin, that's the hook I'm in, if it sounds obscene, well, blame my pen, I could talk 'bout love or original sin, but it all comes back to my nuts your chin. you can roll your eyes while you sing along, say it's juvenile, say the joke’s all wrong, but you still hum it when the day grows thin, ’cause it’s stuck in your head, my nuts your chin. [Verse 3] maybe I'm tired of the same old game, chasing a chorus that all sounds the same, every line's a mirror, every rhyme's a spin, on the same old face with a different grin. so I'll hang a truth on a vulgar phrase, let the crowd laugh through the billboard haze, ’cause if nothing’s new, then we might as well grin, while I swing this hook: my nuts your chin. [Outro] so when the credits roll and the lights go dim, you'll remember the line that made your patience thin, not the clever bits or the places we’ve been, just a dumb little echo: my nuts your chin. hum it in traffic, curse it under your breath, this stupid refrain that outlives the rest, when the last note fades and the claps wear thin, you'll still hear me whisper: my nuts your chin.

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