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letra de team - mat4yo

that never ending summer morning’s what i live for
there ain’t no feasible reason that i could kid for
take me to a place where i have never been before
give me a life that i can fight, protect and fend for

sign me up for tryouts, know i’m making varsity
walk in the house with dirty feet but keep the carpets clean
just show me where i throw my clothes and where i park my cleats
the way we play together makes us one that’s hard to beat
don’t need no gift receipt for one that keeps my heart to beat
the part of me that hardens me and makes me start the sheet
of paper where my thoughts can come right from my heart to beat
as perfect hearts would be no reason we can’t start a team

you live in sync with me
our chemistry can’t be beat
don’t need no referee to call the shots on this team
we can’t be ruined, no
there is no meaning to defeat
because we
are on each other’s teams

i’m growing older since i told myself the road was far from ever being close to over

must be a windy day, pretty lady, we’re going far
you keep me on the green and always on or under par
as long as we both know what team that we are playing for
just turn the power off, there ain’t no need for keeping score

i keep you for- ever, like you were a stored medal
kick it back, relaxing cool, its how we keep the score settled
but when we starting they runnin running and running on
the difference with us is we dont let go of the baton

won’t catch us going back and forth like this was ping pong
there’s nothing up in the air, we ain’t no volleyb-lls
i’m catching what you pitch and you be catching what i’m pitching
our road goes one way, no switch hitting

i’m looking like a major leaguer with these words i’m spitting
we stick together, we ain’t ever 7 – 10 splitting
we got the best d-fence, white pickett
while others going down under like they’re hearing crickets

-crickets- oops, i’ll
finish, it’ll touch you deep down like a football
i have my javelin so i can jump and get tall
running free, no match for a brick wall

she’s my partner in crime – tennis doubles
the other team is up 15, makes us better lovers
we got our game plan ready we don’t ever huddle
i keep her close to my heart, so we never fumble

there’s no break up and therefore no pool cue
and i don’t even need to lift to be a cool dude
i think i need a m-ssage, need to relax, oh!
here she comes swimmin in to win it with a back stroke

we keep it tight like a dance girls short shorts
you didn’t hear me mention cheering, cause it ain’t a sport!

there is no winner, since she’s got me, i got her
relationships ain’t a real game like soccer

- mat4yo

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