Tim Horton's Gold — v6️⃣mini (Remix) 🍩

Canadian krautrock, weirdcore, surf rock

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V6-MINI

You know I've been around (eh)
I've been doing my thing
Making a little noise (doe, doe, nut)
Now and then
Oh and if there's one thing
I've learned in all these years

You got to get up (sorry)
You gotta get dressed
Y'all got to get out (doe, doe, nut)
You gonna get there
And you got to get it right
Y'all gonna get it wrong so you gotta get a new way to get along

And I guess y'all can't go home again (sorry, eh)
'Cause every place that I've ever been

You can't find a pot of Tim Horton's gold (doe, doe, nut)
When you live on Donald Trump's Road
All the houses are foreclosed
And it's cold in this Winchell's

Went into a Bass shop one day (eh)
To get an extra large bear spray
I was in a little bit of a hurry (doe, doe, nut)
And there was a long line of people
And folks I don't know what it was
But just started to panic

I mean I started to lose my mind (sorry)
And was thinking:
"How long is it gonna take? (doe, doe, nut)
Are they gonna run out?
Do I have time to go to the bathroom?"
It was just that feeling

And you can't find a pot (sorry, eh)
Of Tim Horton's gold

Y'all can not find a can of Tim Horton's gold (doe, doe, nut)
When y'all live on Donald Trump Road
All the monuments are foreclosed
And it's phucking hot in this Krispy Kreme

There's a problem I am so down (eh)
I can't be the only one
Twelve AM and I feel so dumb (doe, doe, nut)
Another day has come and gone
And I don't know what it is
But I think that feeling is universal

Like we all know that feeling (sorry)
When you're on the verge
Of getting what you want (doe, doe, nut)
But you can't
Because
You have to

Wait (sorry, eh)
You know what I mean?

When you can't find a cup of Tim Horton's gold (doe, doe, nut)
When you live on Donald Trump's Roads
All the boarders are phucking foreclosed
And it's so cold in this Dunkin's

Everybody's dreamin' of the rubber ring (eh)
But I'm just thinkin' of a little brown bean
And they don't call me no saint (doe, doe, nut)
But baby I ain't
No fool
Pour some money down the hole

Into a Starbuck's mug (sorry)
That's the covfefe gold
Take a little think to my quips (doe, doe, nut)
Ooh what a trip
I take a little nip
Then y'all put it down

And I guess y'all can't go home again (sorry, eh)
'Cause every place that I've ever been

Just can't find a pot of Tim Horton's gold (doe, doe, nut)
When you live on Donald Trump's path
All the spaceships are foreclosed
And it's so hot in this Winchell's

Down that road again (eh)
Rolling coal in a pickup truck
Y'all think like "what the truck" (doe, doe, nut)
And my pit's sitting in shotgun
We're so sweet
We kiss to the beat

Huffing Tim Horton's gold (sorry)
What would I do without my dawg calling shotgun
I can't imagine life without em (doe, doe, nut)
Came to town just to see y'alls face
Every single day
In every single way

And you can't find a pot (sorry, eh)
Of Tim Horton's gold

Y'all can not find a can of Tim Horton's gold (doe, doe, nut)
When y'all live on Donald Trump hair
All the planets are foreclosed
And it's thirty two degrees in this Krispy Kreme

So keep my easy fix and your small hands (eh)
I'm a Target clad maple mountain man
So why'd I have to farm now with empty lands? (doe, doe, nut)
When all I ever wanted was a crystal Pepsi
And just a little bit of Tim Horton's gold, eh
Now it's lost and gone forever

I was told (sorry)
Never try to catch a eskimo, sorry
If I dye tonight (doe, doe, nut)
They won't be by my side
It's such a shame
I'm not one for regrets

Wait (sorry, eh)
You know what I mean?

And I can't find a store with Tim Horton's gold (doe, doe, nut)
When we decay in Donald Trump's mind
All of reality is phucking behind
The dumpster of this Dunkin's

But if you ask me (eh)
Then I'd say
I'd love to stay (doe, doe, nut)
There's a problem I am so down
I can't be the only one
Twelve PM and I feel so numb

Another day has come and gone (sorry)
When my eyes wide shut
It hurts my soul (doe, doe, nut)
So I hold on tight to what I know
You know I've been around
And I've been doing my thing
(doe, doe, nut)

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You know I've been around (eh) I've been doing my thing Making a little noise (doe, doe, nut) Now and then Oh and if there's one thing I've learned in all these years You got to get up (sorry) You gotta get dressed Y'all got to get out (doe, doe, nut) You gonna get there And you got to get it right Y'all gonna get it wrong so you gotta get a new way to get along And I guess y'all can't go home again (sorry, eh) 'Cause every place that I've ever been You can't find a pot of Tim Horton's gold (doe, doe, nut) When you live on Donald Trump's Road All the houses are foreclosed And it's cold in this Winchell's Went into a Bass shop one day (eh) To get an extra large bear spray I was in a little bit of a hurry (doe, doe, nut) And there was a long line of people And folks I don't know what it was But just started to panic I mean I started to lose my mind (sorry) And was thinking: "How long is it gonna take? (doe, doe, nut) Are they gonna run out? Do I have time to go to the bathroom?" It was just that feeling And you can't find a pot (sorry, eh) Of Tim Horton's gold Y'all can not find a can of Tim Horton's gold (doe, doe, nut) When y'all live on Donald Trump Road All the monuments are foreclosed And it's phucking hot in this Krispy Kreme There's a problem I am so down (eh) I can't be the only one Twelve AM and I feel so dumb (doe, doe, nut) Another day has come and gone And I don't know what it is But I think that feeling is universal Like we all know that feeling (sorry) When you're on the verge Of getting what you want (doe, doe, nut) But you can't Because You have to Wait (sorry, eh) You know what I mean? When you can't find a cup of Tim Horton's gold (doe, doe, nut) When you live on Donald Trump's Roads All the boarders are phucking foreclosed And it's so cold in this Dunkin's Everybody's dreamin' of the rubber ring (eh) But I'm just thinkin' of a little brown bean And they don't call me no saint (doe, doe, nut) But baby I ain't No fool Pour some money down the hole Into a Starbuck's mug (sorry) That's the covfefe gold Take a little think to my quips (doe, doe, nut) Ooh what a trip I take a little nip Then y'all put it down And I guess y'all can't go home again (sorry, eh) 'Cause every place that I've ever been Just can't find a pot of Tim Horton's gold (doe, doe, nut) When you live on Donald Trump's path All the spaceships are foreclosed And it's so hot in this Winchell's Down that road again (eh) Rolling coal in a pickup truck Y'all think like "what the truck" (doe, doe, nut) And my pit's sitting in shotgun We're so sweet We kiss to the beat Huffing Tim Horton's gold (sorry) What would I do without my dawg calling shotgun I can't imagine life without em (doe, doe, nut) Came to town just to see y'alls face Every single day In every single way And you can't find a pot (sorry, eh) Of Tim Horton's gold Y'all can not find a can of Tim Horton's gold (doe, doe, nut) When y'all live on Donald Trump hair All the planets are foreclosed And it's thirty two degrees in this Krispy Kreme So keep my easy fix and your small hands (eh) I'm a Target clad maple mountain man So why'd I have to farm now with empty lands? (doe, doe, nut) When all I ever wanted was a crystal Pepsi And just a little bit of Tim Horton's gold, eh Now it's lost and gone forever I was told (sorry) Never try to catch a eskimo, sorry If I dye tonight (doe, doe, nut) They won't be by my side It's such a shame I'm not one for regrets Wait (sorry, eh) You know what I mean? And I can't find a store with Tim Horton's gold (doe, doe, nut) When we decay in Donald Trump's mind All of reality is phucking behind The dumpster of this Dunkin's But if you ask me (eh) Then I'd say I'd love to stay (doe, doe, nut) There's a problem I am so down I can't be the only one Twelve PM and I feel so numb Another day has come and gone (sorry) When my eyes wide shut It hurts my soul (doe, doe, nut) So I hold on tight to what I know You know I've been around And I've been doing my thing (doe, doe, nut)

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