A Football Field
Let me tell you about the dimensions of this shit
Just in case you think I’m calling it quits
Where you are at many cats like to spike
It’s a place just the opposite of ice
I’m not playing so I want say sike
To me it’s twice as nice
Yeah it’s covered by two sidelines
Right now I don’t need Regis
Meaning I don’t need a life line
Because those that wear gold helmets call it Jesus
Stop talking down on yourself, you know I need ya
I’m just trying to make you a believer
For I know you know I shower with Lever
You also know I no longer have Jungle Fever
Where you are at some like to strike the Heisman pose
Not me for I like to stand on my toes
Before I enter I like to have a clean nose
Whenever I reach you I like to have a least one rose
Because there is no telling how many times I will score
Call me Mufasa because I like to roar
One day I just might be your Lion King
I want to have the championship ring
No matter how many times I run around the field
Because I want the shit that’s real
When it comes to you I’m trying my best to stay within the cones
For it’s you I’m calling Miss Endzone
Timothy Warfield
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