ProSet
Dear Wayne
Twenty years ago, I was a star too
Got my stick, 99 on it
We played twice a day
On the street we got scars and bruises for you
Only rain could have broke game, we got no rules
Time out there's a car
Trying to get goals but I'm clearly not as good as you are
The brothers are making it easy
They're reaching three stars
We aren't so stupid, we know the line to follow
We make baby steps, making wrap arounds
Ready to step in line and follow
Like buying a pack of ProSet
On the street we got scars and bruises for you
Only rain could have broke game, we got no rules
Timeout there's a car
Ball's rolling out too far
Our life is on a hold
Until this fucking car drives by
Let's finish what's we've started
Before their mom yells out
Come home for dinner
On the street we got scars and bruises for you
Only rain could have broke game, we got no rules
On the street we dream of what else we could do
Cause no one knows to handle life like you handle pucks
Writer/s: Five Minute Major