Smoked Out

Please don't touch my basketball

If it bounces your way then just leave it alone

I don't need your grubby hands on my things so go

Can't you see that i'm on my game and i'm in the zone

Don't try to do what I do I don't need a clone

I'm pretty happy with nobody calling me on the phone

Got you talking in my ear like i'm a throw you a bone

Buzzing all around its like the attack of the drones

If I was you I wouldn't do that at all

That just might be something that you have to own