

(mhhhmm) You sit on the bench resting all season long
While Mark is on the court
proving you wrong
He drops thirty-five with a silk-smooth glide While you watch from the
sideline with nowhere to hide Oh
Mark Sears is shining,
his game is so pure
While you stay on the injury list,
there's no
cure
(yeah, no cure) He rules the court,
he's got the master plan
You're just a part-time player,
Kawhi,
not the man
Two rings in the past but your joints are all rust
Mark's making the defense look like gold dust
He crosses you up,
leaves you frozen in space
No load management can save your saving grace (hahaha) Oh
Mark Sears is shining,
his game is so pure
While you stay on the injury list,
there's no cure (no cure at all) He rules the court,
he's got the master plan
You're just a part-time player,
Kawhi,
not
the man
Yeah,
Mark is the future
You're just yesterday's news
(bye Kawhi)
Take another day off