Court Storm

Get ready for the game!

(let's go) I found this rhythm in a court from a summer

past (from a summer past)

We learned that legends on the asphalt are built to last

Lace up the high-tops,

feel the concrete heat below

Under the chain-link net where the wild winds blow

If you only knew the game we used to play (used to

play) How the squeak of the

sneakers drifts away

Now the court is dry,

the air is cold and clear

I'm holding onto the magic from that golden year (yeah-yeah)

They say that time can change the style of the jump and

drive

But I still feel the local playground come alive

No limits here, just a crossover clean and sweet

An elegant release as the buzzer sounds down the street

Just a game on the blacktop...

(on the blacktop)