Flyover Halftime

[Verse 1]

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 thе hatchback of a Honda

He had borrowed from his brother causе his truck was in the shop

[Verse 2]

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

[Verse 3]

He'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

[Verse 4]

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 willing 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