Around The League 2023

I made some edits cause the monday night games are boring

I remember when Tepper walked up the first time
Saying, "This is it, I've had enough," 'cause like
We hadn't seen wins in a month
When he said he needed Fewell. (What?)
Then he comes around again and says
"Baby, I hired Rhule and I swear I'm gonna change, trust me."
Remember how that lasted for a day?
I say, "I hate you," we win one, you call me, "I love Rhule."

Ooh, we traded Teddy last night
But ooh, this time I'm telling you, I'm telling you

We are never ever ever going back to playoffs
We are never ever ever going back to playoffs
You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to Hurney
But we are never ever ever ever going back to playoffs

Like, ever

I'm really gonna miss you picking fights
And me falling for it screaming that Darnolds alright
And you would hide away and find your peace of mind
With some soccer record that's much cooler than mine

Ooh, you called me up again tonight
But ooh, this time I'm telling you, I'm telling you

We are never, ever, ever going back to playoffs
We are never, ever, ever going back to playoffs
You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to Scotty (talk to Scotty)
But we are never ever ever ever going back to playoffs

Ooh, yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Oh oh oh

I used to think that Baker was forever ever
And I used to say, "Never say never..."
Uggg... so he calls me up and he's like, "I traded up for Bryce,"
And I'm like... "I just... I mean this is exhausting, you know, like
We are never getting back to postseason. Like, ever"

No!

We are never ever ever going back to playoffs
We are never ever ever going back to playoffs
You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to Frankie
But we are never ever ever ever getting back together

We, ooh, going back to playoffs, ohhh
We, ooh, going back to playoffs

You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to Frankie (talk to Frankie)
But we are never ever ever ever going back to playoffs

 

version 2.0.

Nice to meet you, where you been?
I could show you incredible things
Magic, madness, Rivers, Wentz
Saw you there, and I thought
"Oh my God, look at that face
You look like my next mistake
Love's a game, wanna play?"
Ayy

New money, suit and tie
I can read you like a magazine
Ain't it funny? Rumors fly
And I know you heard about me
So hey, let's be friends
I'm dying to see how this one ends
Grab your playsheet and my hand
I can make the bad teams good every weekend

So it's gonna be forever
and it's gonna go down in flames
You can tell me when it's over,
If the high was worth the pain
Got a long list of ex-coaches
They'll tell you I'm insane
'Cause you know I love the players
And you love the game

'Cause we're Young and we're reckless
We'll take this way too far
It'll leave you winless,
and losing to Derek Carr
Got a long list of ex-coaches
They'll tell you I'm insane
But I've got a blank check, baby
And I'll write your name

Silver pants, new logo
I could show you incredible things
Stolen money, pretty lies
You're the King, baby, The city's named Queen
Find out what you want
Be that owner for a month
Wait, the worst is yet to come, oh no

Screaming, crying, perfect storms
I can make all the tables turn
Stadium filled with turf
Keep you second guessing like
"Oh my God, who is he?"
I get drunk on jealousy
But you'll come back each time you leave
'Cause, darling, I'm a snyder dressed like a doofus

So it's gonna be forever
and it's gonna go down in flames
You can tell me when it's over, mm
If the high was worth the pain
Got a long list of ex-coaches
They'll tell you I'm insane
'Cause you know I love the players
And you love the game

'Cause we're Young and we're reckless
We'll take this way too far
It'll leave you winless, hmm
and in a nebraska bar
Got a long list of ex-coaches
They'll tell you I'm insane
But I've got a blank check, baby
And I'll write your name

Owners only want teams for the money
Don't say I didn't, say I didn't warn ya
Owners only want teams for the money
Don't say I didn't say, I didn't warn ya

So it's gonna be forever
and it's gonna go down in flames
You can tell me when it's over, mm
If the Bryce was worth the pain
Got a long list of ex-coaches
They'll tell you I'm insane
'Cause you know I love the players
And you love the game

'Cause we're Young and we're reckless
We'll take this way too far
It'll leave you jobless, hmm
and with a career scar
Got a long list of ex-coaches
They'll tell you I'm insane
But I've got a blank check, baby
And I'll write your name

This one fucks who is is singing it. Damn these songs are fucking repetitive too.

 

Genital Warts and Cleveland Steamers

 

Packers getting fudged by the Lions. I don't believe in Love.

 

Maybe duce was holding the lions back

 

Packers fans were like I wanna new drug but now they're not so sure

 

Seems I've underestimated the power of GRIT once again.

 

The Packers wearing the pride shit are playing like fags.

 

It's the cancer awareness gear but they couldn't use pink after Susan g komen got exposed.