Esther Stephens - Basketball Court lyrics

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Esther Stephens - Basketball Court lyrics

[Intro: All Tom] Yeah this one here goes to Riversdale park, Avondale. For all the snot nosed kids, check [Verse 1] This basketball court tells my life without no more talk Foot prints still in the floor from where my fours walked Memories still in my thoughts from back in fourth-form And chalk still drawn up on the wall for the score-board And in the breeze I hear the old wind kicking leaves As I sit in tree's, watching little me sitting three's I smell the tar still burning in the summer sun And melting bubblegum mixed with burning rubber from my bikes back tire Leaving marks in the park Car park parts had my name carved in in bark Blood stains remain like my first tattoo Written in the concrete with a piece of bamboo And I go back now and again To get up outta my head And think about it, all the hours I've spent And I can hear the ball bouncing again And sometimes I can even here the sound of the net Like 'hwishhh' [Hook] Just walking through the street With nothing on our feet Just snotty little kids playing 5-on-5 Sitting in the dark With the bums in the park And the bottle on the bench on a Friday night Chilling by myself Just me and no one else Looking at the world from the three-point line From 3 feet tall All the way to 24 This basketball court it knows my life [Verse 2] Now as the days flew This new hoop is where we came to Same crew Same old suede's, but they were sprayed blue Same view, nothing had changed Just the chain's new And the tape played break-loose for us to break to The same moon would light the court Every night just like a torch While the old folks called their kids in from by the porch And you can tell the ones who grew up here Cause they used the gear their older brothers Used to wear like a souvenir Its like we do a loop I'm looking at my new recruit Playing on that same hoop Where we used to shoot And now we sit up on the park bench Sippin' Maß, sippin' jack Where we sat, in the days Pickin' scabs Sittin' back in the pitch black As I reminisce on every swish -missing every shot I ever missed And I remember still Ain't forgot it, probably never will The day I beat will 7 nil Its real.. [Hook] [Verse 3] I went home today And that court where we'd, go to play's Been bull-dozed away Now the only stain From the, olden days Are the marks in the park from the, roller blades And the fingerprints left on the black board A blank wall and a flat ball But that's all There's no more lights No more fights, for who's like Mike And no games that go all night There's no more; Life I pick up a rock and take a jump shot That I once got from that one spot And I remember how it felt being young As I count 3 2 1 I guess one day, we all gotta end the game I never would of made the NBA anyway But I'll never let my memory fade And when, ever I play I re-member the days.. [Hook]

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