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BOOMBOX SAINTS : Gametime lyrics

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BOOMBOX SAINTS lyrics : "Gametime"

All I need is a pen and a pad, I bleed on the track let you know where I'm at
My thoughts these thoughts, you thought I was wack but I smash and I trash you so called acts, and
When all the hating starts you doing something right, these lines of mine like lullabies that keep you up at night

Yeah, cause I'm up at night, I just keep climbing up them flights
Something like my Nike flights walk in my shoes done get it right
High tops tops so high, keep my mind on overdrive

Ain't no need for overtime cause this game is over right

I be the H to the U to the double G Y when a couple years ago skills were layed low

Boom to the b-o-x the halo, ain't no ther show like us I say so
It's pedal to the metal we got our own lane, steady and ready we doin up big things
Stepping on stage I see em screw faces, pocket aces double down two face

It's no surprise to me why they hate, lookin at me like it's a vacation
What an imagination, unfortunate they time here is wasted
Crowds impatient anticipating, entertainment to grace the stage and

Next up to bat we flood the station, bases loaded grand slam history making

When the lights keep flashing and you

You feel that fire burn inside
And you get that feeling
It's do or die

When it's time you can't lose a minute
And when the vibe is just right
Yeah you got to kill it, you got to kill it


Gametime


Every 4th quarter, I like to Mike Jordan em
Every 4th quarter, I like to Mike Jordan em
Every 4th quarter, I like to Mike Jordan em

Every 4th quarter, I like to Mike Jordan em

I been the underdog my whole damn life

Thats why I'm up at night tryna get this damn right
Gotta get my paper right, gotta get my family right
Gotta do what I say, say what I do, execute it right


This is that Joe Carter, this is that Michael J
This is that home run and this is that fade away

This is that cross over, underground to the radio
Done been paying dues, this is that $#&@ you pay me flow


And you can say what you want, go ahead and hate me now
I get more love from your chick anyway so that %#@! balance out
It's Boombox for the win baby count it down

3,2,1, we shut it down, like

When the lights keep flashing and you

You feel that fire burn inside
Man you know this feeling
It's do or die

When it's time you can't lose a minute
But when the vibes feelings right
You got to kill it, you got to kill it


When the lights keep flashing and you
You feel that fire burn inside

And you get that feeling
It's do or die
When it's time you can't lose a minute

And when the vibe is just right
Yeah you got to kill it, you got to kill it


Gametime

Every 4th quarter, I like to Mike Jordan em

Every 4th quarter, I like to Mike Jordan em
Every 4th quarter, I like to Mike Jordan em
Every 4th quarter, I like to Mike Jordan em

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