Y'all ready? [Intro — Basketball dribbling] Y'all ready? [Whistle] [Verse 1] Moon got a curfew, she don't pay it no mind, Got a date with the pavement and a dream on the line. Little white moon in a circle of red, Keeps on talking to the stars till they bounce back instead. She's got lightning in her laces, got a grin like a dare, Leaves a little bit of sunshine on the bleachers somewhere. And she screams to that mic like it's done her wrong, Girl, we ain't finished till the hoop sings along. [Pre-Chorus] One for the dream, two for the try, Three for the kid who was scared to fly. Four for the ones who ain't played before, She'll scoot on over, make room for one more. [Chorus] Bounce, bounce, girl, let the whole thing roll, Got a little bit of fire and a whole lotta soul. Sky's the limit, but the court's wide open, Painted white lines and a pocketful of hope in. Oh, she wants that crown, wants her name in lights, But she's out here making somebody else's night. Call it crazy, call it heart, call it whatever you know— She's building little bridges where the basketballs go. [Post-Chorus] *Bap-bap, thump!* *Shoo-wop, swish!* *Bap-bap, thump!* Who you gonna miss? *Dribble left, dribble right,* *Little bit of wrong, little bit of right!* [Verse 2] She's got a map full of places and a phone full of names, Finding borrowed little courts for some friendly little games. No velvet rope, no golden key, Just a ball, two teams, and a little room to be. She'll put the whole town on a fast-break spin, Then fuss at herself if the shot don't go in. Girl, that mirror's got opinions, but it don't keep score— You can miss one hundred shots and still be worth a whole lot more. [Pre-Chorus] One for the ones who got counted out, Two for the quiet ones learning to shout. Three for the dream that won't sit still, Four for that heart with the iron will. [Chorus] Bounce, bounce, girl, let the whole thing roll, Got a little bit of fire and a whole lotta soul. Sky's the limit, but the court's wide open, Painted white lines and a pocketful of hope in. Oh, she wants that crown, wants her name in lights, But she's out here making somebody else's night. Call it crazy, call it heart, call it whatever you know— She's building little bridges where the basketballs go. [Instrumental Break] [Bridge] Little flame, you don't gotta earn that crown, The sky ain't keeping tabs on all your little things. You can lay your armor down, let the night run slow, You don't have to save the whole world everywhere you go. And if your hands get tired, if your bright stars hide, There's a whole team of hearts standing by your side. You keep opening doors like you don't even know— Somebody found their courage just by watching you go. And honey, When you finally touch that sky, Don't forget the little courts that taught you how to fly. PURPLE! YELLOW! Now, are we gonna cry about it... Or are we gonna play? [Final Chorus] Bounce, bounce, girl, let the whole thing roll, Got a little bit of fire and a whole lotta soul. Sky's the limit, hear the whole court calling, Even when the scoreboard says the stars are falling. Oh, she wants that crown, wants her name in lights, But she's planting little suns in a hundred lives. Let the big leagues come, let the whole world know— There's a heart in every bounce, and a hope in every throw. Bounce, bounce, babygirl, let the whole thing ring, One ball, two feet, and a whole lotta dream. No gate too high, no line too closed, There's always room for one more soul. [Outro]
