The Lonely Island – Focus On The Game lyrics

Ah, The Oakland Coliseum Its's 1988 and the season's going well How about the height of my career So why do I feel sad? These days don't recognize my own face in the mirror I'm the monster not the man I wanna be But focus on the game, Jose The game, Jose Don't be a fool Don't throw it all the way Haven't talked to mom in two weeks Things at home are even more bleak Focus on the game, Mark The game, Mark Focus on the game, Mark, oh Sir, don't look at me cause I'm all alone in left field Thinkin' bout all the fucked up shit that I did to get here Did I lose my soul? When did I lose control? But they tell me to focus on the game, Mark Lord knows I'm trying And I never leave the shower So they never see me crying You're just a scared little boy in a body of a giant A freakshow, it's science But then my friend says You're the man JC You're the man BigMac You're the only one who knows what it truly means to bash And if one day they should come for us And strip us of our crowns I know that if I am going down You're also going down, oh Explain Request ×

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