LYRICS:
Dear Mister “I’m Too Good to Sign Antonio Brown”
This will be the last tweet I ever send you, you clown!
It’s been a few months and still no word, I don’t deserve it?
I know you seen my last hundred tweets, my grammar on them were perfect
And Hey Bill, Who Was Your Favorite Player?
That Guy That Made Your Career, Lawrence Taylor?
A linebacker who’ll come at you relentlessly
Well I’m rushing after you Kraft, since you decided to mess with me
Coulda been somebody, we coulda been contenders
But your offense has no receivers
You’re looking like pretenders
And all I wanted was a simple contract for a few seasons
But some accusation got me kicked out of the league and
And it seems like I’m seethin because I’m angry
For good reason, my head’s paining
I love you Brady, we coulda been together, think about it
But Kraft ruined it now, I hope he can’t sleep and he dreams about it
And when you guys go one and done, I hope he knows he can’t win without me
I hope his conscience eats at him and he can’t breathe without me
See Tom, shut up bitch! I’m tryin’ to talk!
Hey Bill, that’s the sound of my camera in the car,
But I didn’t film other teams, I just tear them up, see I ain’t like you
‘Cause instead of filming other teams
If you just signed players like me
When it comes to bending the rules you’ll never have to
Well, gotta go, I’m almost at the bridge now
Oh man, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?
The offense stinks I’m wondering why
Just can’t score at all
The dropped catches clouds up my window
And we can’t run at all
And even if we could it’ll all be gray
Put our record on the wall
It reminds me, that it’s not so bad
It’s not so bad
