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a country boy to the bone.

(Chorus)
I'm a Fan of the, Arab Football Knights
And a Coach for the Little League too,
I like to eat Milner's Dairy Delight
Small

An assistant coach in shorts in December
Is an image I’d rather not remember, now
Football managers are wearing jeans


Brendan Rodgers often goes out shopping

the league if my growth spurt come in, on my mama
2009, bro dropped The Warm Up
I was in warm-ups playin' Weezy
And Yukimi, Little Dragon, flame breathin'

at the door, and I hope it ain't for me
Football coach told me I ain't gonna be shit
I should hit him up right now, look at me
Gotta let go of your past, come

your work
And put that bloody football away
But he'd sneak out to the stadium
And he'd stare up at the lights
And hear them chanting his name

In

The beat sound like early mornings
Yeah
Or maybe it's just me
Meanwhile we up trynna make it the league
No sleep, all dreams, and they ain't taking that from

Squeak  Coach Jay
Fathers we thank you for another beautiful day to enjoy this great game of football
Price on the track
Set go

We prayed in the end zone

to hoop but didn't
Have the coach to play for
Everybody knew I kept a handle
On the string though
Waking up my neighbors pretending
I'm in the Staples aI

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

track coach. But then
Anyway, he picked it up and
Without any previous training
See, stepping in and doing that
He went over there and
Set the world

Don't hit too low, no, I need my

Down, ready, set
Don't hit too low, no, I need my legs
Coach, please sit him, young dog can't catch
Send him

badly but i live with it

make me feel sadly but i live with it

i got more chillens than the little league

i’m talkin fishes on the football team

we

Yeah it's Frishh man
Just having some fun
With this one
You know a little
NFL fever
Are you ready for some football
I know I'm ready
Brad berry with

Coach B aint find it (These facts too)
Ots Huncho the God of all Gods & I really just wanna remind em (I'm that dude)
Bitches that Jamie couldn't fuck

play ball right now
I've been studying
All the things go
All the waste and snow
Football couch, idiot teens
Won't put down the damn screen
That poor

East Coast [Remix]

Snoop Dogg

Still Striving

2017

down (fake bitch)
Throw a bottle at ya, shut a nigga mouth (break shit)
Come and follow me, stand up on the couch (shake shit)
Let us wallow, niggas

Trendsetter, landowner
Hope your bitch don't land on him
Drink in his hand with the sand on him
You small time, you Hyundai's
You couch niggas, we stand

finna?
What you really wanna do?

Stiff arm a hoe 
My Jerome Bettis flow 
Runnin nice nice nice
I'm MVP every league
A nigga gonna have to overthink it

and Rocket League, man we vegging tonight
Midnight praccy at McPhee got me wanting to die
Get back to Dirty Murr, hit the cart 'n' get high
(Sir, can you open

for the cross or my thick cuban
In a town in the south/ in the spot for a pound and a couch/ or four thou
on an ounce
All it takes is a quarter a brick/

out
I'm in a different league, might kick the coach out
Was mentally incarcerated, and then I broke out
Rocking all my shows like them bitches sold out

correct
Or don't come at all 
Calling my name 
Like a bad coach
This football 
Yeah touchdowns
I'm the QB 
Like drew brees
Intercepting your goals
Do that

me
The way I used to be"

He said, "that mirror, she's a liar, cuz that ain't really me
I'm a hard-ass, working class, coach of your little league
I

Born 2 Live

O.C.

Word...Life

1994

Like the dead end kids, we used to play in the streets
Never worryin' about grief, football spelled relief
Ronnie was the coach for us
See he