Top Songs By Home Brew
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Home Brew
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Harry Huavi
Songwriter
Tom Scott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Haz Beats
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
This one here goes out to
Riversdale park
Ev and Dale, for the snot-nosed kids
Check
[Verse 2]
This basketball court tells my life
We're down to more talk
Footprints still in the floor
From where my foes walk
Memories still in my thoughts
I'm back and forth
For my chalk still drawn upon the wall
For the scoreboard
[Verse 3]
And in the breeze
I hear the old wind kickin' leaves
As I sit in trees
Watchin' little me, sit in threes
I smell the tar still burnin' in the summer sun
And meltin' bubble gum mixed with burnin' rubber
[Verse 4]
From my bike's back tire
Leavin' marks on the parked car
Park pawn said my name
Coughed then they barked
Bloodstains remain
Like my first tattoo
Written in the concrete
With a piece of bamboo
[Verse 5]
And I go back now and again
To get up out of my head
And think about all the hours I spent
And I can hear the ball bouncin' again
And sometimes I can even hear the sound of the net
[Verse 6]
Like just walkin' through the street
With nothin' on our feet
Just snotty little kids playin'
Five on five
Sittin' in the dark
With the bums in the park
And the bottle on the bench
On a Friday night
[Verse 7]
Chillin' with myself
Just me and no one else
Lookin' at the world from
The three point line
From three feet tall all the way to twenty four
This basketball court, it knows my life
[Verse 8]
Now as the days flew
This same hoop is where we came to
Same crew, same ol' sways
But they was sprayed blue
Same few, nothin' has changed
Just the chains new
And the tape played
Break loose for us to break to
[Verse 9]
The same moon would light
The court every night like a torch
While the old folks call the kids in
From by the porch
And you can tell the ones who grew up here
'Cause they used to get it
Go to brothers
Used to wear like a souvenir
[Verse 10]
Like we do a loop
I'm lookin' at my new recruit
Playin' on the same hoop
Where we used to shoot
And now we sit upon the park bench
Sippin' mass, sippin' Jack
Where we sat
In the days pickin' scabs
[Verse 11]
Sittin' back in the pitch black
As I reminisce on every swish
Missin' every shot I ever missed
And I remember still
Ain't forgot and probably never will
That they got bet well, seven-nil
It's real
[Verse 12]
Just walkin' through the street
With nothin' on our feet
Just snotty little kids playin'
Five on five
Sittin' in the dark
With the bums in the park
And the bottle on the bench
On a Friday night
[Verse 13]
Chillin' with myself
Just me and no one else
Lookin' at the world from
The three point line
From three feet tall all the way to twenty four
This basketball court, it knows my life
[Verse 14]
I went home today
And that court where we'd go to play
Then boot those the way
Now the only sane from the
Olden day
The marks on the path
From the rollerblades
And the fingerprints left
On the blackboard
A black wall and a flat ball
But that's all
[Verse 15]
It's no more lights
No more fights
Of who's like Mike
And no games that go all night
It's no more
Life, I pick up a rock
And take a jump shot
That I once got
From that one spot
And I remember how it felt
Being young
As I count, three, two, one
[Verse 16]
I guess one day
We all gotta end the game
I never would've made the NBA anyway
But I'll never let my memory fade
And whenever I play
I remember the day
[Verse 17]
Just walkin' through the street
With nothin' on our feet
Just snotty little kids playin'
Five on five
Sittin' in the dark
With the bums in the park
And the bottle on the bench
On a Friday night
[Verse 18]
Chillin' with myself
Just me and no one else
Lookin' at the world from
The three point line
From three feet tall all the way to twenty four
This basketball court, it knows my life
Written by: Harry Huavi, Tom Scott
