I'm getting old you young rascals
But I still weigh a buck fifty-five
And jump like a deer
I smoke, not as much as I used to
Still got that lock down D
You don't wanna play me
You don't wanna call me out
Once a shooter always a shooter
It's what they say
And let me tell you something
Young rascal
The form is pure
And after I cross over
And blow past
I'll here you say your
Knees hurt
Sit down and ride some pine
This is a game I've loved
With body soul and mind
Dont walk away that
Basketball is mine
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