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He copped the tickets from a scalper We paid a little premium but we figured it was justified We got up to the parking lot a couple hours early To check up on the enemy and make sure we were fortified Everybody's talking about the matchup in the trenches The clash of the defenses. Someone's got to make a stop. We were drinking from a cooler in the hatchback of a Honda He had borrowed from his brother cause his truck was in the shop By the time we stumbled up to our seats Half of us barely could see I was foaming at the mouth and fading in and out For the national anthem Cause you're gonna go rabid If you keep getting bit by the rat race You'll be fighting and sniping At the factions within the same fanbase We all overdo the salute When the hornets hit the flyover halftime But his eyes get so wild and I could tell by his smile He was plotting a stunt for the timeline Letras de cancionesHe's never been so good at modern mathematics But subtraction just comes really naturally Because most of his life they've been taking things away from him And saying they'll come back to us eventually But now it feels like this town's Near the end of the whole sordid affair And it's hard to explain With no emoji indicating despair Just before half with like ten seconds left The ref made a terrible call My man flew down the stairs and jumped over the rail Shook off the security and picked up the ball And now he's running We've got a fan on the field We're gonna cut to commercial We've got a fan on the field Don't want to give him attention Let's not make him a legend For eluding defenders And high stepping Right towards the end zone So we held up our phones and Tried to capture the moment Felt like we finally won one at home Then a hush from the crowd As the clubs took him down Just as the was crossing the goal line So we conceded defeat and Started ripping up the seats And flipping off the flyover halftime From Letras Mania