Break It Down

We used to race to grow up, now we pray to slow down

Time is all we got, there's a gift in the now

Until the presence rots, past tense now is gone

I've missed all my shots, I've done it all wrong

I'm so fucking sore, my knees are in knots

Ain't even score, give it all that I got

Ain't got no more, every time I miss I grab my own board

Pass to assist, it won't show in my stats In practice I swish, in game my confidence lacks

Break it down like the disc in my back

It's out of love, the same ominous laugh