It started back in high school
So cool, king of the scene
You found that making people laugh
Was more than just a dream
The public took right to you
Like flies to a pile of shit
So funny and smart, so talented
But success just couldnt fit

Wasting your life no future bright
Dancing on your grave
Living like a slave, someone shouldve said...

N.f.l., efilnikufesin n.f.l.
N.f.l., efilnikufesin n.f.l.

Wake up dead in a plywood bed
Six feet from the rest of your life
And when you couldnt see your own dependency

N.f.l., nice fuckin life

The whole world is your playground
Yet you cant find your niche
Your only friends, it helps you through
Helps you dig your daily ditch
The bottom line cant touch you
Cause youre above the rest
But your little friends the enemy
And the bottom line is death

You lived a life of excess
Goddamn shame its such a waste
Just one too many cookies
From the batch no one should taste
Yet his memory stills stays with us
Cause watching him was fun
Too bad things werent different
Who knows what hed have done

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