Lyrics
It's a shame that you don't know me cause I never
Made it past the third string
My coach never gave me a chance he's always
Blowing his whistle at me
Put me in your game and I promise not to shoot
A three I'll stick with twos
I don't wanna make a steal unless you make a pass
I'll never personal foul you
Did you have to give your boyfriend all my letters
I didn't know he was six foot eight
He shoved me inside a locker and I ended up on the rebound
I called time out it was too late
It's a shame that you don't know me cause I never
Made it past the third string
My coach never gave me a chance he's always
Blowing his whistle at me
Put me in your game and I promise not to shoot
A three I'll stick with twos
I don't wanna make a steal unless you make a pass
I'll never personal foul you
Did you have to give your boyfriend all my letters
I didn't know he was six foot eight
He shoved me inside a locker and I ended up on the rebound
I called time out it was too late
I called time out it was too late
I called time out it was too late
