The Robert Valor Project

Lyrics

He's a real nowhere man, Byron Donalds, has no plan
Sitting in his chair, talkin' big ideas..but leads to nothing
Riding on his wave of fame, played up the Trump "MAG-GA" game
That was his only plan
Loved Donald Trump, until he was ashamed
In the sunshine state, he just plays silly games
Doesn't fess up cause he is ashamed of his true past

Nowhere man, don't worry
Byron Donalds, you must hurry, you're losing ground
While Trump's leaving town, and you're left holding his bags
So why have you taken down all the MAG-GA Trump tags
What have you done? You're just a flash in the pan
Telling all the folks in Florida that you've got a plan
When we know damn well that you don’t understand
So We Worry

[Verse 2]
You had Florida folks a-cheerin', waving their hands all around,
But when you look close, there’s no more sound,
Just MAG-GA clowns with their frowns,
Speakin' for the people you say, but why are they feelin’ so blue,
Your promises made so easy, but your action's are few.

Nowhere man, don't worry
Byron Donalds, you must hurry, you're losing ground
While Trump's leaving town, and you're left holding his bags
So why have you taken down all the MAG-GA Trump tags
What have you done? You're just a flash in the pan
Telling all the folks in Florida that you've got a plan
When we know damn well that you don’t understand
So We Worry.

Oh Byron Donalds, where'd you go wrong
You took the path of least resistance, became MAG-GA, to just tag along
While te state tried to keep turnin', you took us for granted too, for goodness sake
You're now makin' the state turn BLUE
You've put Florida's on a runaway train, now a trip that's too damn insane
You're a bad mama--jamma for all of Florida now
You're a No Where man, and we worry somehow

From useless bills to the beaches, what have you truly achieved
In the halls of Congress, it’s hard to believe--NOTHING
That's cause YOU deceived
For the people’s trust, you surely must earn
But all we got from you was bad lessons we've learned
No Where man

Nowhere man, don't worry
Byron Donalds, you must hurry, you're losing ground
While Trump's leaving town, and you're left holding his bags
So why have you taken down all the MAG-GA Trump tags
What have you done? You're just a flash in the pan,
Telling all the folks in Florida that you've got a plan
When we know damn well that you don’t understand
So We Worry

So here’s to you Byron Donalds, the real NO WHERE MAN, who shines like white beach sand
With a wave and a smile through your criminal teeth, never leading anyone a helping hand
Byron Donalds, what a curious sight, sitting in your kitchen talkin' bout how hard you had it
But your simply a nowhere man in a lost political fight