| 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 |