"The Eyes Of The Tiger" lyrics
Thinking with my dick. My head in the clouds
Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows
Now I may suffer my forever shit with Elin
Let's put this shit to bed before this message gets the L-O
And if she catch me slipping
The media gon' trip. And I got shit to do on T.V., keep me clean don't do 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 ratting out to get on girl
See my whole life I been winning
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 having
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 adding 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 fucking with me
Once the message released
She found out and tried to treat my head like a tee
Bitch!
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 ho she had that Tiger upper cut
Now they comin out the woodworks snitching 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 laughing under breath while 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 won't stop until they got my legacy in infamy
Infamy can't deal with it
She gon get the mils for this
Don't root for me
They boo for me
And cheer for Phillip Nickleson
Vijay Singh and all of them
They gon stop acknowlegin
Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again
Shit, How quickly they turn on a nigga
Yet, it is forever and 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 Roethlisberger
As the politics surface, I ain't hardly working
I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't 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
Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows
Now I may suffer my forever shit with Elin
Let's put this shit to bed before this message gets the L-O
And if she catch me slipping
The media gon' trip. And I got shit to do on T.V., keep me clean don't do 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 ratting out to get on girl
See my whole life I been winning
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 having
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 adding 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 fucking with me
Once the message released
She found out and tried to treat my head like a tee
Bitch!
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 ho she had that Tiger upper cut
Now they comin out the woodworks snitching 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 laughing under breath while 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 won't stop until they got my legacy in infamy
Infamy can't deal with it
She gon get the mils for this
Don't root for me
They boo for me
And cheer for Phillip Nickleson
Vijay Singh and all of them
They gon stop acknowlegin
Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again
Shit, How quickly they turn on a nigga
Yet, it is forever and 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 Roethlisberger
As the politics surface, I ain't hardly working
I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't 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
Writer(s): Frankie Sullivan, James Peterik
