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I was on the field on a Friday night 3rd string, had to swallow my pride I got thrown in on a 4th and 5 Just so they could take a knee Oh I was only thinking about my 6 string I remember coach tryna break us down 2 a days had us passin' out This week we gotta play away Home team just came from state Lost by 6, that's the worst way Damn, bus ride back had a sour taste Had a revelation bout where I wanna be I was drained of patience and my energy Just to find out I played the wrong game I was thinking bout my 6 string Heatwave ain't ever takin' breaks We would find shade in the cemetery Drove a couple hours to the angel oak Heavy conversation with a little smoke Mama's cookin' up corn meal grains Daddy's yellin' at the football game I was upstairs tryna make a name I was upstairs with my 6 string From Letras Mania