Staring at too many highways

Wishing I could turn the clock back to the first time

We pulled in your daddy's driveway, now all I'm praying for's a call back

Right before I drink myself sideways.

Can't imagine I was all that screaming like an All Black

You told me to stop I'd react and tell you fall back.

Something in me'd crawl back, hanging by a string.

I was testy I was nuts like a

Man I just wish I had a time machine.

I don't want no more girlies to get a dime off me.

We should hop on a train and go take a ride with me.

Could use a breather trying to land my next finder's fee.

Man I was thinking looking back, yeah so I was racked.

Woke up with a new beginning I didn't want to have.

'97 Agassi man I just want it back.

Sick of trying to live a future to forget about the past.

Sick of being Dennis Rodman, sick of running through the boards like I'm told to do.

Ain't here to be the postman, I ain't here to try to score like all men do.

'Cause I know what I like and I know what you do to me.

I'm getting sick of rebounds, just want to hit the last shot with you and me.

By now thought I'd be over it instead of being smacked back and forth

On and off the court by my number one like you was Djokovic.

Difficulty coping with, can of worms I open it,

But we don't dig around, just put my head to ground and focus in on

Living on maybe a revolving door,

Baby what's a couple more, take it into overtime we shoot and score.

I don't feel the need to do it more I'm just an open sore

That's trying to hide the lack of feeling I used up on you what for?

It beats me, shit Apollo Creeds me

I wish you could beep me 'cause you don't call and I can't even reach me.

Pass out at the terrace while the Uber says hey sweetie

Pull the beanie off your eyes you got your wish and I'm your genie (Eugenie)

And I was thinking looking back, yeah so I was racked.

Woke up with a new beginning I didn't want to have.

'97 Agassi man I just want it back.

Sick of trying to live a future to forget about the past.

Sick of being Dennis Rodman, sick of running through the boards like I'm told to do.

Ain't here to be the postman, I ain't here to try to score like all men do.

'Cause I know what I like and I know what you do to me.

I'm getting sick of rebounds, just want to hit the last shot with you and me.