Текст песни Pregame - Graphene

Life's a game

You know people don't talk about the game before the game
I think that's cause to
Really understand that part
you would've had to play

Look

B's up
Whitney Houston sings the national anthem
Guns or butter looks like baby boy has had a tantrum
A couple deep breaths with hopes of finding quiet places
Blind traces of a land where it went back to basics
Like

Where the fuck my ASICS?
Attention span only spans half a couple pages
Against machines I'm raging
Often lost in conversation
Is the idea that ideas been around for ages
The ones who act are the ones remembered
Long sleeve handwarmer
For this cold November
Game
Thoughts of winning ships consume my mental
But when you think too far ahead you lose track of simple
Fundamentals
That put you in the spot to ball
Hits so hard coach is looking for a cop to call
Yells at refs to throw the flag but he was shoulder struck
Visions of big plays say my name just like my order up

Graphene
Shit I guess my orders up
It's time to eat yeah

Well
My Wrists taped
Gloves on
I'm prepared for war
On bended knee
With my brothers
Hear our prayer my Lord
Help us ball and if we fall please take care my Lord
Heart of David bless my teammates if they scared my Lord
Cuz this a game for dogs
Ones with courage if you cowardly you got the wrong
Sport
Under eyes lies a couple smudges
Chinstraps snap or slide depending on your budget

That tell you a lot about what a nigga budget looked like back then
They shit snapping or slide
Last huddle fore it's time to lay it on the line
Stare in eyes of the guys hope they got yo spine
Like you got theirs it was tails and yall deferred
You set the tone get in yo zone now the crowd is blurred
Out
Whistle blows kickers hand is raised
The ball is kicked
That concludes the game before the game

Whistle blows kickers hand is raised
The ball is kicked
That concludes the game before the game