• Enviado por: Thrasher
  • Tom: E
  • Arranjo: Baixo, Bateria


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 couldn't fit Wasting your life no future bright Dancing on your grave Living like a slave, someone should've said NFL, Efilnikufesin NFL NFL, Efilnikufesin NFL Wake up dead in a plywood bed Six feet from the rest of your life And when you couldn't see your own dependency NFL, Nice Fuckin' Life The whole world is your playground Yet you can't find your niche Your only friends, it helps you through Helps you dig your daily ditch The bottom line can't touch you Cause you're above the rest But your little friend's the enemy And the bottom line is death You lived a life of excess Goddamn shame it's 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 weren't different Who knows what he'd have done