Man, so
God, damn, there’s like
I only need three things in life, man
Like, i need a sick #ss electric car or convertible
Um, i need
I need someone who looks at me, uh the way i look at them
And i need tim tebow to just finally retire
Baby, i’m confused
If you don’t ride my face, don’t say you love me (don’t say it)
Right up at the top, but i haven’t been to maine
Put me in coach, i been out here makin’ plays
Got too many chances, i call you tim tebow
You doin’ dumb poses, i call you tim tebow
Barely made the team, so i call you tim tebow
Fell off like a b#tch, so i call you tim tebow
You was hot in college, now you not, tim tеbow
Flopped hard, now you switch lanes, tim tebow
Think i’m bеtter at football than tim tebow
Think i’m better at baseball than tim tebow
Always takin’ ls, bro think he the jaguars (ha ha)
Countin’ all this cash, i might pull up in a jaguar (yeah)
Need a i-pace or the red f-type r (skrrt)
Got ‘em pissed off ‘cause my shooter got the ar
Got ‘em pissed off, i got the keys to they mama car (i got ‘em)
Now they tryna get my info like nardwuar
I be so relaxed, 20 bpm my damn heart (huh)
Anything, i’m unfazed, can’t feel it in my damn heart (ooh)
I’m lil b, my swag in the bag, it’s a cheat code (it is)
Baby sit upon my face, break my f#ckin’ cheekbones (that’s hot)
Tongue ‘bout to nae nae on that cl#t, silento (i need it)
You the type to kill the f#ckin’ family, silento
If he actin’ crazy, then we stop him like brembos (rrt)
sh#t i’m in the field, but i’m not scorin’ goals (scorin’ goals)
I don’t even watch sports, rappin’ is my damn sport (nope, yeah)
Got his brother payin’ two thousand for a jansport (yeah, ooh)
Bought it for the contents, the people want some content
This song got no feature ‘cause it wouldn’t be a contest
Pope underground, yeah they haven’t seen the light yet
If it isn’t me, all i wanna hear is silence
Got too many chances, i call you tim tebow
You doin’ dumb poses, i call you tim tebow
Barely made the team, so i call you tim tebow
Fell off like a b#tch, so i call you tim tebow
You was hot in college, now you not, tim tebow
Flopped hard, now you switch lanes, tim tebow
Think i’m better at football than tim tebow
Think i’m better at baseball than tim tebow
‘cause you know, like, uh
Tim tebow, he, he was hot in college, but
He just couldn’t cut it in the nfl
And then he played like minor league baseball
And like, he was pretty much just, uh
Taking up somebody’s spot, like, like a real baseball player
Like, tebow was never gonna make the mlb
So, it’s like why was he there?
Got too many chances, i call you tim tebow
You doin’ dumb poses, i call you tim tebow
Barely made the team, so i call you tim tebow
Fell off like a b#tch, so i call you tim tebow
You was hot in college, now you not, tim tebow
Flopped hard, now you switch lanes, tim tebow
Think i’m better at football than tim tebow
Think i’m better at baseball than tim tebow
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