Tua SUX

[Intro]
Oh, Tua baby, time to play,
But on that field, you just fade away.

[Verse 1]
Huddle up boys, it’s game day again,
But every pass that Tua throws, it just feels like a sin,
He's rolling out the pocket, lookin’ for a strike,
But that ball’s a little wobbly, like a kid on a bike.
The crowd's all hyped, they’re shouting his name,
But every time he drops back, it’s the same old game.
Fumble here, interception there,
We’re all just waiting for a little flair.

[Chorus]
Oh Tua, what’s going on?
Can’t find the end zone, we’re all feelin’ wrong,
In Miami’s heat, you’re supposed to shine,
But every time you throw it, it just ain’t divine.
Oh Tua, you gotta fix it up,
‘Cause right now, man, you’re just out of luck.

[Verse 2]
Defenders closing in, you start to shake,
Droppin’ back again, what a big mistake!
You had a clear path, the play was so right,
But instead, it’s a scrambled mess, oh what a sight.
Fans in the stands just holdin’ their breath,
Prayin’ for a miracle to escape this death.
Your arm’s feelin’ heavy, where’s the fire in those throws?
We need some deep balls, not these dinkin’ slow.

[Chorus]
Oh Tua, what’s going on?
Can’t find the end zone, we’re all feelin’ wrong,
In Miami’s heat, you’re supposed to shine,
But every time you throw it, it just ain’t divine.
Oh Tua, you gotta fix it up,
‘Cause right now, man, you’re just out of luck.

[Bridge]
Yeah, we believed in you, had high hopes in the air,
On draft day, we thought you’d take us anywhere,
But every Sunday feels like another defeat,
Tua, time to turn up, bring the heat!

[Verse 3]
Time’s runnin' out, it’s now or never,
Get those plays right, be a go-getter!
You’ve got the talent, no need to hide,
Step it up, Tua, and win the pride.
Fans rally around you, but you gotta deliver,
For every single touchdown, let’s make ‘em shiver.
Quit tossin' those duds, give us a show,
Show ‘em what you’ve got, let’s see that glow!

[Chorus]
Oh Tua, what’s going on?
Can’t find the end zone, we’re all feelin’ wrong,
In Miami’s heat, you’re supposed to shine,
But every time you throw it, it just ain’t divine.
Oh Tua, you gotta fix it up,
‘Cause right now, man, you’re just out of luck.

[Outro]
So here’s to the future, gotta rise from the fall,
Tua Tagovailoa, we’re still cheering through it all,
It’s time to prove ‘em wrong, ignite that fire,
Turn those doubts around, take us higher!