[Intro: Samples]
[Verse 1]
Hot summer day, lacing up the black chucks
Run up to court and it's like 80 in the last month
It's August and they're talking bout the college in the fall and all the jobs that they've been offered where their wallets getting taller
All their problems been resolving, do a couple shoot arounds
Feeling kinda stupid now I thought that we could move to town
Together and whatever, we do this every Saturday
That's human but I have to say, I knew we wouldn't act the same
Calling out a foul and I seen em trynna turn points
Dirty on the court, then thеy let me hit my first joint
Serious as fuck, but whеn we reffing it's irrelevant
If you seen us you can't tell that we just did it for the hell of it
Discussions that we had, sucks they didn't last
Cause now every time I'm smoking I been puffing up my past
In between the run it back they say my jumper's kinda trash
But that's alright cause I'll be dunking on your ass
[Chorus]
Joint is in my left hand, ball is in my right
Bouncing out these places we been talking all our lives
Watching all these moments and I thought they'd never die
But I seen us grow apart and now it's off to better times
[Verse 2]
Holes are in the net, the rim is facing down
Time on a vendetta and now he finally made his rounds
And it's feeling kinda eerie cause this place was always loud
I don't even mean the weed, I mean we're making lots of sound
Now half their numbers dead and they made it out the county
They're either working in a warehouse or stationed out in Cali
Should hit em on the snap and then I'd tell em we should talk more
Tell em bout this rap, although I doubt I'd get my encore
I used to love this court, I was the opposite of lonely
Making shots on all the spots where we balled just like Ginobli
People showing up, numbers odd so now they want me
I told em I was down but my shot was probably wonky
Crossing over, hesitate, spin it off the board then
Pick it off then levitate and get another score in
12 out the 21, it was my best performance
The whole game I'm feeling low, that shit is kinda boring
[Outro: Samples]
So this is what they do all day long
Play ball, drink tonight
Get high, celebrate
I mean we ain't no angels either, I ain't no angel...
[Verse 1]
Hot summer day, lacing up the black chucks
Run up to court and it's like 80 in the last month
It's August and they're talking bout the college in the fall and all the jobs that they've been offered where their wallets getting taller
All their problems been resolving, do a couple shoot arounds
Feeling kinda stupid now I thought that we could move to town
Together and whatever, we do this every Saturday
That's human but I have to say, I knew we wouldn't act the same
Calling out a foul and I seen em trynna turn points
Dirty on the court, then thеy let me hit my first joint
Serious as fuck, but whеn we reffing it's irrelevant
If you seen us you can't tell that we just did it for the hell of it
Discussions that we had, sucks they didn't last
Cause now every time I'm smoking I been puffing up my past
In between the run it back they say my jumper's kinda trash
But that's alright cause I'll be dunking on your ass
[Chorus]
Joint is in my left hand, ball is in my right
Bouncing out these places we been talking all our lives
Watching all these moments and I thought they'd never die
But I seen us grow apart and now it's off to better times
[Verse 2]
Holes are in the net, the rim is facing down
Time on a vendetta and now he finally made his rounds
And it's feeling kinda eerie cause this place was always loud
I don't even mean the weed, I mean we're making lots of sound
Now half their numbers dead and they made it out the county
They're either working in a warehouse or stationed out in Cali
Should hit em on the snap and then I'd tell em we should talk more
Tell em bout this rap, although I doubt I'd get my encore
I used to love this court, I was the opposite of lonely
Making shots on all the spots where we balled just like Ginobli
People showing up, numbers odd so now they want me
I told em I was down but my shot was probably wonky
Crossing over, hesitate, spin it off the board then
Pick it off then levitate and get another score in
12 out the 21, it was my best performance
The whole game I'm feeling low, that shit is kinda boring
[Outro: Samples]
So this is what they do all day long
Play ball, drink tonight
Get high, celebrate
I mean we ain't no angels either, I ain't no angel...
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