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The Bryson DeChambeau Song
Tailored Mates
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Soon it's time again, The Masters coming up
We've all been waiting for it, just like the FedEx Cup
Last time didn't go so well, despite the long drives
But we believe the scientist is will come back in a while
Wheying in at only two-forty and five, everyone is waiting for the king cobra to arrive
Tee'ing up and swinging hundred forty-six
You all hate him cuz he gets like all of the chicks
It is a lot of muscles, and he is actually quite firm
I got a call from Ricky said he can confirm
Bryson, the man, the myth, the legend
Bryson, beeing my obsession
Bryson, we love you way to much
Can I please have a hug here big fudge?
Bombing every driver, could I reach this green?
Cutting from time to time, and making a scene
US Open was a blast, and man you swing fast
With alt of that protein, you must have a lot of gas
Go get that green jacket, we know you can do it
April is the month that you will make your ball orbit
The scientist is finally going to space, make a clean ace and take down that first place
Bryson, the man, the myth, the legend
Bryson, beeing my obsession
Bryson, we love you way to much
To bad we can't have you touch
With a cap like he's an OG, he's entering the tee
Your thick arms and grips, is that the big key?
DJ's gonna help you get that green jacket on
And he will whisper in your ear "i wish you were my son"
Bryson, the man, the myth, the legend
Bryson, beeing my obsession
Bryson, we love you way to much
To bad we can't feel your touch