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It started back in high school |
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So cool, king of the scene |
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You found that making people laugh |
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Was more than just a dream |
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The public took right to you |
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Like flies to a pile of shit |
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So funny and smart, so talented |
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But success just couldn't fit |
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Wasting your life no future bright |
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Dancing on your grave |
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Living like a slave, someone should've said... |
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NFL, Efilnikufesin NFL |
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NFL, Efilnikufesin NFL |
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Wake up dead in a plywood bed |
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Six feet from the rest of your life |
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And when you couldn't see your own dependency |
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NFL, NICE FUCKIN' LIFE |
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The whole world is your playground |
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Yet you can't find your niche |
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Your only friends, it helps you through |
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Helps you dig your daily ditch |
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The bottom line can't touch you |
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Cause you're above the rest |
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But your little friend's the enemy |
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And the bottom line is death |
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You lived a life of excess |
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GODDAMN shame it's such a waste |
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Just one too many cookies |
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From the batch no one should taste |
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Yet his memory stills stays with us |
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Cause watching him was fun |
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Too bad things weren't different |
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Who knows what he'd have done |
