The rush is gonna kick like in Game 1, first quarter
It gets straight on your face
All your limbs get colder
You gotta take it all back
Take, take, take
You gotta take it all back
Do you wanna play around or run away?
You'll understand that call's been done too late
Do you wanna go there? Make it rain
Your limbs get cold
But your fist come closer
The rush is gonna kick like in Game 5, last quarter
It gets straight on your face
All your limbs get colder
You gotta take it all back
