BB2PB

[Intro - Spoken, rhythm and blues female voice] I had a basketball jones now I got a pickleball jones [Verse 1] I used to live up high, above the rim, Crossed 'em over cold, left ‘em lookin’ grim. But now I limp when I walk, creak when I rise, My knees sound like thunder, ain't no surprise. [Chorus] I gave my bones to the hardwood, now I shuffle slow, Tradin’ jump shots for drop shots—just thought you should know. Ain’t no shame in this new call, I found peace dinkin with a paddle, y’all— From the paint… to the kitchen, I still got that ballin’ soul. [Verse 2 - BPM 120] Ankles gone twistin’, elbows worn thin, Hips poppin’ like vinyl in the whirl wind. My shoulder gets sore drainin’ threes, Now I just rally with grace and ease. Lit up the blacktop once, now I spin with measured pace My back’s at peace, my feet are sure—no more skyward chase. Left my lift at the chalked-up line, Now I guide each rally, every point is mine— From the paint… to the kitchen, still got that steady pace. [Bridge] Don’t need no sneakers with springs no more, Just a wiffle, good shoes, and a concrete floor. We play doubles, we laugh, no shame in our game, 'Cause fire burns steady, even when it’s tame. [Verse 3] Youngbloods laugh, say “Man, what happened to you?” I say, “Life happened, son. And I still follow through.” Can’t dunk, can’t drive, but I can spin and serve, And my trash talk’s sharp—still got that nerve. [Final Chorus] I gave my fire to the full court, now I sip it slow, Swapped the paint for the kitchen—still runnin’ the show. Yeah, I found a new kind of roll, Old dog, new tricks, still got control— From the paint… to the kitchen, I still got that ballin’ soul. [Outro - spoken - deep voice] I got a pickleball jones oh baby