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Its a shame that you dont know me cuz I never
Made it past the third string
My coach never gave me a chance hes always
Blowing his whistle at me
Put me in your game and I promise not to shoot
A three Ill stick with twos
I dont wanna make a steal unless you make a pass
Ill never personal foul you
Did you have to give your boyfriend all my letters
I didnt know he was six foot eight
He shoved me inside a locker and I ended up on the rebound
I called time out it was too late