Sometimes you have to lose your mind before you come to your senses/

Life lessons are expensive/

Especially when we try to make sense of the senseless/

My wisdom was Cazals with scratched up lenses/

Can’t accept how you got past my defenses/

Even though I know that the Devil’s relentless/

Engine running good/ here you come with the wrenches/

I let you play when you belonged on the benches/

Un-coach-able/ can’t dribble/ drive or shoot/

Always in the huddle/ showing out and acting cute/

Your yelling at the coach saying “give me the rock” /

And my dumb ass let you take the last shot/

Off you go/ and you don’t really give a damn/

Tripled teamed/ and you can’t find the open man/

Time on the clock/ but you were looking scared/

Half court and you put up a fucking prayer/

Air ball!!!!!!

I’m done with you/

You got me mumbling/ talking to myself and shit/

I’m so fucking done with you/

When you care and they don’t/ that’s when it’s time to quit/

You expect me to run with you? /

When I need you to be calm/ that’s when you’re throwing a fit/

It used to be fun with you/

Then you changed up/ and got all weird and shit/

You’re irritating like the urge to urinate/ while you’re trying to concentrate/ When you’ve got a lot at stake/

But necessary/ so I know to evacuate/ poisons gotta go/ putting pressure on my prostate/

Pause/ I saw what I wanted to see/ when I sized you up in the beginning for the long haul/

Pause/ and I knew better/ Jordan’s on your feet/ don’t mean that you can ball/

Pause/ now you’re back on the bench/ and you’re not in the game/ but I still have to face facts/

That I let your agent gas me/ and there’s a penalty for breaking your contract/

They say it’s cheaper to keep her/ but how much is your spirit worth/ or how about a sane brain/

I put you back in the game/ and you got a muscle strain/ within the 1st fucking 5 minutes of playing/

I’m done with you/

You got me mumbling/ talking to myself and shit/

I’m so fucking done with you/

When you care and they don’t/ that’s when it’s time to quit/

You expect me to run with you? /

When I need you to be calm/ that’s when you’re throwing a fit/

It used to be fun with you/

Then you changed up/ and got all weird and shit/

Basketball is a metaphor for teamwork/

I talk cooperation/ and you be looking hurt/

Your butt-hole perks/ your attitude spurts/ all in concert/ Time to go to work/

On me in a space without you/ without the voodoo/ and claims that ain’t true/

Bounce/ exit stage left/ looking like Wyclef/ but my name’s Graffiti Bleu/

And welcome to my joy and you can’t take it from me/

My real name is LaMont but I ain’t no big dummy/

You knew that right? / I bet you did/ but it didn’t matter cause you still tried/

Funny part about it when you’re done they always seem to act surprised/

GB~