Story Time
(VERSE 1) hello homies , I'm Kima if you dont know me , and im here to tell ya'll stpry ' if you are interested, listen, this is a story about a kid I don't know what year he was mostly still small, he still called the chicken pisa, he was brushed on the side but a really nice child, mom can't be bothered, even if sometimes the rolling pin works here and there but all in all he wasn't a bad kid, he comes home from school and immediately hits the basket, always a basketball game with various teams, but in the wee hours when there is no one with him, when everyone falls asleep, he is awake dreaming of scenes he hits a three-pointer for the win with the last sound of the siren, only when he has the ball in him, the feeling is ready, but it lasts until the neighbor yells "come on kid, why are you hitting me on the head, you see what time I have to sleep, I'm working tomorrow" he didn't want to contradict the fucking cultured guy "I'm sorry, come on, go to sleep, bro I will buy now" Mom was annoyed that he was never home, old man was annoyed that she had to buy him new gilts every now and then he never learns because he didn't drop the ball, he lived for basketball, but suddenly he gave up, why? give up your dreams but be careful this old man (Frestyled hook) (VERSE 2) let's move on brother, he's not so much anymore, somewhere with 14 percent of the captain of his team, he was always a real little leader of his pioneers, in every part of the game, the little guy dominates, yes, the truth is you ask who you want, he's the first to enter the hall and the last to leave, whenever he goes out on the field he gives his all, without any vanity he knew what respect was, but he didn't know what that fucking reality was, NBA floors are his dream every night, himself on them, side by side with many players who, unfortunately for him, were idols, but now they are only dreams, which have no connection with reality, when he realized this himself, he lost his temper, he turned the story in a completely different direction, he is no longer at training, he is not at school, where is he, ask God, what is he doing, who is wandering around, they say a suspicious team was seen on the corner with him, all small problems, delinquents since childhood, nobody knows what the hell he's going to do with them, now he's standing in front of his beloved with bloodshot eyes, they can't believe what made him change his life, but be careful, he's getting old, she's to blame for everything, but that's love in fact(Verse 2) she is to blame for everything, but that is love in fact
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(VERSE 1) hello homies , I'm Kima if you dont know me , and im here to tell ya'll stpry ' if you are interested, listen, this is a story about a kid I don't know what year he was mostly still small, he still called the chicken pisa, he was brushed on the side but a really nice child, mom can't be bothered, even if sometimes the rolling pin works here and there but all in all he wasn't a bad kid, he comes home from school and immediately hits the basket, always a basketball game with various teams, but in the wee hours when there is no one with him, when everyone falls asleep, he is awake dreaming of scenes he hits a three-pointer for the win with the last sound of the siren, only when he has the ball in him, the feeling is ready, but it lasts until the neighbor yells "come on kid, why are you hitting me on the head, you see what time I have to sleep, I'm working tomorrow" he didn't want to contradict the fucking cultured guy "I'm sorry, come on, go to sleep, bro I will buy now" Mom was annoyed that he was never home, old man was annoyed that she had to buy him new gilts every now and then he never learns because he didn't drop the ball, he lived for basketball, but suddenly he gave up, why? give up your dreams but be careful this old man (Frestyled hook) (VERSE 2) let's move on brother, he's not so much anymore, somewhere with 14 percent of the captain of his team, he was always a real little leader of his pioneers, in every part of the game, the little guy dominates, yes, the truth is you ask who you want, he's the first to enter the hall and the last to leave, whenever he goes out on the field he gives his all, without any vanity he knew what respect was, but he didn't know what that fucking reality was, NBA floors are his dream every night, himself on them, side by side with many players who, unfortunately for him, were idols, but now they are only dreams, which have no connection with reality, when he realized this himself, he lost his temper, he turned the story in a completely different direction, he is no longer at training, he is not at school, where is he, ask God, what is he doing, who is wandering around, they say a suspicious team was seen on the corner with him, all small problems, delinquents since childhood, nobody knows what the hell he's going to do with them, now he's standing in front of his beloved with bloodshot eyes, they can't believe what made him change his life, but be careful, he's getting old, she's to blame for everything, but that's love in fact(Verse 2) she is to blame for everything, but that is love in fact
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