Saints

And maybe all the saints

Take the blame for our black and the blues, if we don't

You've been reaching for the rim since early morning

And maybe every game feels the same when the ball goes through

I see the fire at your feet

Watch you jump higher than anyone else

So I'm holding my breath

Jokes on you, jokes on you

I'll hold my breath

Jokes on you, jokes on you (I'll hold my-)

And the way you float

Yeah, you'll end up flying

Little Venus

Resting on the park bench

Racing all the way back home

Today is all that I needed it to be

And lately, you've been out of reach

Hoping to find what you need in a plane seat

I've been taking for the team

You're cheering from a screen these days

So why don't I move like you?

Tell me why don't I move like you

Quit trying so hard to leave

Thinking you'll find your peace anywhere else

When it's all about you

Jokes on you, jokes on you

I'll hold my breath

Jokes on you, jokes on you (I'll hold my-)

'Cause the way you float

You'll keep on flying

'Til you see it, 'til you see it

'Cause I planned to dunk before 25

Oh well, guess I'll stay grounded

I could go anywhere away from here to find a home

And just end up trying around it

So I'll still go to the park with you

And we could play a pick-up game

And my ****, I'll still shoot in the dark for you

And we can stay until the day is nothing but

Asphalt and laces and sweat-stained faces

Dreaming 'bout southside at midnight

Still hitting fadeaway J's

These holy scuffs on Adidas

Summer sweat on my skin

Moon over South Jamaica

Singing with the kin I never lost