Devoted myself to the game
Can rightfully arguably claim
I worked harder
Than anyone else
But sadness is all I felt
Cause you weren’t
Cause you weren’t
Cause you weren’t
When I thought
You’d be happy for me

A man is essentially
All that he can claim
Z O A N
What’s to say of this name
Maybe it’s that I put in the hours
Maybe it’s that I changed the game
Stayed in my lane
My flying nimbus can go up to
200 miles per hour
Funny how so many think
I’m wonderful and splendid
But you were one of the others
Who didn’t give me my flowers
Maybe it’s that our last hour
Spent together
Didn’t extend to a next time
And we’ll be in each other’s lives forever
Better
Than I was 8 scores ago
But when I look up at the scoreboard
I don’t care about no
Goddamn 20 point lead
Cause for what I see
Is you not cheering in the stands
Which strips all the joy
Of being the don, the boss
And the man
Squirtles are universally cute
There’s no argument there
With which that I disagree
Unfortunately for me
I happen to be the one of the bunch
That is narcissistic, conceited
And ugly
Flowers smell lovely
It smells even better
When you give it to someone else
As a gift
Can have over 20 baddies
And 7 girlfriends
But what’s the point
If you think I’m still a piece of shit
Hall of fame career
But you not here
GOAT status
But the thought of me
Makes you the saddest
Addict to hard work
Forgetful of all the things I neglected
During this time
If I could rewind
And do it all over again
Maybe it’s that
I would have gone out
And shown up
On couple of those Friday nights
Loss of a bond
At the gain of achievements