basketball player

I want to be a basketball player
Grow to 6'8
And dunk until the backboard breaks
I'll be in the paint
You'll come up to me and say
I like how good you played
I bend down just to kiss your face.

I want to have a bright idea
One that makes the parents proud
And ends up on Forbes list somehow
I'll be on my way
Cocaine on a silver plate
And everything's ok.

I want to play the Colosseum
Up on stage strumming my song
And you'll be there singing along
Everything's ok
Cocaine on a silver plate
I'm just a little late
Just a little late

And I'll have whatever the hell he's having
I say through some kind of force of habit
Life moves on I'm stuck in static
Drunk in a bar talking about it

I'll have whatever the hell he's having
I say through some kind of force of habit
Life moves on I'm stuck in static
Drunk in a bar in East Manhattan



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Writer(s): Daniel Smith
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