[Verse 1]
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
[Pre-Chorus]
Wasting your life
No future is bright
Dancing on your grave
Living like a slave, someone should've said...
[Chorus]
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 couldn't see your own dependency
N.F.L., nice fucking life!
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
[Pre-Chorus]
Wasting your life
No future is bright
Dancing on your grave
Living like a slave, someone should've said...
[Chorus]
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 couldn't see your own dependency
N.F.L., nice fucking life!
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