Verse 1 Alarm clock screaming like a bad call Film room cold, coffee burnt Coach talking schemes, I’m locked in But my mind still on the lesson I learned Playbook open on my lap Her perfume stuck in my head Trying to draw up perfect routes While I replay what we said Everybody watching how I move Every step feel measured now Funny how the freedom vanished Soon as love crossed a line they don’t allow ⸻ Pre-Chorus I been coached my whole damn life On where to stand and what to do But nobody ever taught me What happens when the rulebook runs into you ⸻ Chorus Playbooks, backseats, broken rules Trying to balance what I want and what I’m supposed to do I been living by discipline, blood, and truth Now my heart calling audibles I never knew They say “stay clean, stay sharp, stay cool” But love don’t give a damn about protocol Yeah, I’m stuck between winning everything And risking it all ⸻ Verse 2 She say, “I don’t want you stressing” I say, “Pressure kinda raised me” Truth is I been carrying teams Now I’m scared I can’t save me Every headline writing itself Every rumor breathing heavy One wrong move and it ain’t just me It’s her name, her family Backseat nights turned into silence Text threads shorter every day Trying to protect her from the fallout While I’m still learning how to play this safe ⸻ Pre-Chorus They say “time will tell” like time ain’t cruel Like clocks don’t steal what you don’t choose I’m trying to do this right But right don’t always feel true ⸻ Chorus Playbooks, backseats, broken rules I been built to lead, not to lose But this ain’t a blitz I can read Ain’t a hit I can brace through I can follow every damn rule Still lose something I can’t replace Yeah, I’m torn between my legacy And the look on her face ⸻ Bridge I could walk away, keep it clean Be the hero they expect to see Or I could stand in the fire Let them judge what they don’t mean Every legend got a moment Where they choose who they are Not between right and wrong But between safe and hard ⸻ Final Chorus Playbooks, backseats, broken rules This ain’t just football anymore This about what I stand on When I walk out that office door I ain’t folding, I ain’t running I ain’t hiding from the truth If I lose it all being honest At least I chose it ⸻ Outro (Pages flipping. Locker slams shut.) Yeah… this one’s on me.
