Mac Jones, baby.

My God, I look like Mac Jones, baby.

I look like Mac Jones, baby.

I'm Mac Jones, baby.

My God, I look like Mac Jones, baby.

My God, I look like Mac Jones.

Within the red zone, my element, true blood's so, but belly thick.

Heads blown, I'm relevant.

Bill Belichick with my development

Win the chip just for the hell of it

North squares in my radius

Rest and peace the homie Terry Glinn

I was born to be a patriot

I got this shit to make the bag writ

Open them up with the flip quick then cash in splash every hit time

ready with a tablet master with the crap

Picking when a map safe first round drop pick never capping got a dab by magical like a

malbiz every i miss another brick in my palace never quit so i kick it with that cadillis

get that bag get that back never break that bitch in half just when you thought san diego had us

beat with their rap styling somebody sent me a heads up and said that, hey, you know that band you like, Peku, Peku, Peku, and they said the lead singer just made this random song called Mac Jones. I went and listened to it and it wasn't that good. But when I typed in Mac Jones into Spotify, I saw that there were like five songs called Mac Jones. Was one by our friend? No, no, no, no. What was not by the gentleman from New Hampshire who's

written over 7,000 songs, or maybe even 18,000 songs. Something like crazy like that. But no, no, no,

which is shocking. He is not, or at least I don't believe he has. But that was just one song that

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