basketball player Lyrics

I want to be a basketball player

Grow to 6'8

And dunk until the backboard breaks

I'll be in the paint

You'll come up to me and say

I like how good you played

I bend down just to kiss your face.

I want to have a bright idea

One that makes the parents proud

And ends up on Forbes list somehow

I'll be on my way

Cocaine on a silver plate

And everything's ok.

I want to play the Colosseum

Up on stage strumming my song

And you'll be there singing along

Everything's ok

Cocaine on a silver plate

I'm just a little late

Just a little late

And I'll have whatever the hell he's having

I say through some kind of force of habit

Life moves on I'm stuck in static

Drunk in a bar talking about it

I'll have whatever the hell he's having

I say through some kind of force of habit

Life moves on I'm stuck in static

Drunk in a bar in East Manhattan