Yo, remember back when Timmy’s hit the spot?

[Mic Check] Circa two-thousands, man, that place was hot.

Maple cream donut, a sweet, sugary bliss,

double-double so potent, better than a lean kiss.

[Beat Drop] Nah, for real, that energy, kept you straight and true,

staff was all Canadian, worked for me and you.

Serving up respect, with a smile and a nod,

our national treasure, an act of God.

Twenty years later, what the hell went wrong?

[Scratch] Taste like deep-fried masala, where's the song?

Walk in the door, just a blank, cold stare,

these workers don't care, they just breathin' the air.

[Ad-libs] Nah, no pride in the pour, no joy in the dough,

just a paycheck chase, watchin' the true colours show.

Talk about sellin' out, what a damn disgrace,

sales pitch weaker than... [Cough] a political face.

[Build-up] They preachin' cancel culture, for the wrong damn cause,

Tim Hortons backin' parties, breakin' all the laws?

Only one side gets love, that ain't how it should be,

time to boycott the brew, set the coffee free!

[Drum Fill] Forget your corporate schemes, your flimsy, weak blends,

Grandads Donuts on James Street, that's where the real taste extends.

Yeah, that's the truth, raw and uncut, no lie,

Tim Horton's dead, watchin' his legacy die.

[Spoken Word] Tim Horton, bless his soul, rest in peace, man,

if he saw this operation, he'd disrupt the whole plan.

His name on this garbage? A pure violation,

this ain't a coffee shop, it's a corporate cremation.

[Bass Drop] Timmy’s gone dark, a sad, bitter end,

used to be family, now ain't even a friend.

Double-Double Downfall, yeah, you heard the track,

[Key Change] Time to turn your backs, ain't no comin' back!

[Fade-Out] No comin' back... Timmy's done... so long...