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The Eyes Of The Tiger

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Lyrics: Thinkin' wit my dick, My head in the clouds Should of avoided my temptation instead of my vows Now I may suffer my forever shit wit Elin Let's put this shit to bed before this message gets the L-O And if she catch me slippin', The media gon' trip, And I got shit to do on T.V., keep me clean don't be no snitchin And I'ma hold you down forever and appreciate the effort And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million C'mon girl Don't be wrong girl I hope you not rattin' out to get on girl See my whole life I been winnin' So the right to have these women, I'm entitled to their interest Yeah I'm at 'em And this a vicious battle that I'm havin' But an addict yes I am, but i should act more like an adult It knows me It controls me And I'm still hurtin over pops, It consoles me Okay my stories ain't addin' up But Elin don't got no proof And hell if I'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool I love what the ladies do But I love my babies too And I have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot Look in the mirror, What do I really need Is it the money or my marriage or media peace Life's fuckin' wit me, Once the message released, She found out and tried to treat my head like a tee BITCH! (Sinfield Skit) Shit Embarrassments an understatement As I annihilate the very thing that once was sacred See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love Street fighter hope she had that Tiger upper cut Now they comin out the woodworks snitchin' on me Once Mr. Woods was all good, Now a nigga only You see now that nigga lonely And losin all his money Still hear that laughin' under breath by the Orlando police See that's insult to injury Now I'm losin everything as they began the lynch in me Turnin on ESPN you see they got it in for me And they wont stop until they got my legacy in infamy Infamy can't deal wit it She gon get the meals for this Don't root for me They boo for me And cheer for Phillip Nickleson VJ Sing and all of them They gon stop acknowledging Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again Shit, How quickly they turn on a nigga Yet, it is forever in a day to forgive and forget one I'm forever a nigga Guess when I knew the verdict, I thought of Bill Clinton I looked at Roethlisbergerjavascript:void(0); At the politics surface, I aint hardly workin' I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf aint important But I'm sorry for the damage I have done For all the pedicures I've given to their camel toes they bring I know I'm wrong now Can we get along now? Would I stay with her, or separate or move along now Okay you wrong now We don't get along now Three quarter bills later, Maybe guess you get it all now
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