now jeremy told me not to try
he was that good,
but for the love of the game
i'd put him to shame,
the first match i'd lost
and my pride seemed to fall,
i swore to this kid
i'd be back and we'd ball.

i'm not the best
i do miss my share,
but i've got the heart
and he's got the spark,
now my mind is made up
it's time to return
back to the lot
and stuff this kid's shots.

i remember it clear
the look on his face
when i blocked his first shot
hard into his face
he stared in amazement
he knew it was time,
he knew we weren't playing
the game on the line

we played with our hearts
and realized it then...
that we're ballers....
.... we're friends....
ballad