Team

By Mat4yo

Released on March 29, 2014

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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 volleyballs

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 massage, 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