He got a little camera And a big mouth Talked big in Sarasota Till the sun went down He waves that thumb around Like a king
in his chair Feeds on every wrinkle And every stare But we see the pattern We know the game Same old poison Different
name
Boycott Sarasota, Tim Boycott Sarasota, Tim Don't feed the grin Boycott Sarasota, Tim Boycott Sarasota, Tim Let the views run thin No love, no spin.
Boy, God sent his soul to Tim.
The comments fill up fast like a trash can lid.
He loves that heat like he's built for it.
But hate don't pay when the table turns.
Every little lie is a lesson learned.
Let the numbers drop.
Let the ego shake.
What he built on mockery We can unmake Boycott Sarasota, Tim Boycott Sarasota, Tim Don't feed the grin Boycott Sarasota, Tim Boycott Sarasota, Tim Let the views run He wanted eyes on the hurt Wanted laughs on the pain Now the room goes quiet Like a hard rain One less click One less cheer One less smile For the hate out here Boycott Sarasota, Tim Boycott Sarasota, Tim Don't feed the grin Boycott Sarasota, Tim Boycott Sarasota, Tim We'll be right back.
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