For the Team
day one day one day one
practice in the hot sun
coaches screamin down your neck
those who make it, thats respect
mid way and my body's takin L's
I do it for my team still goin through hell
play against your rival what's better
working overtime gettin cheddar
taking shots but i'm still sober
don't want the season to be over
in the chip with my brothers
wouldn't do it with any other
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