Lyrics
(Verse 1)
In the heat of the day, under the blazing sun,
Moist sports balls in motion, the game has begun.
Slapping against the ground, with a rhythm so sweet,
In this arena of passion, where opponents meet.
(Chorus)
Moist sports balls, bouncing high,
In the arena, under the sky.
With every slap, a story told,
In the game of life, we find our hold.
(Verse 2)
Sweat drips down, as the players strive,
In this battle of wills, where they come alive.
With each strike, a tale unfolds,
Of victories and defeats, in tales untold.
(Chorus)
Moist sports balls, bouncing high,
In the arena, under the sky.
With every slap, a story told,
In the game of life, we find our hold.
(Bridge)
The sound of the game, echoes loud and clear,
As players push forward, without fear.
In the heart of competition, we find our groove,
In the rhythm of victory, we start to move.
(Verse 3)
As the game reaches its climax, tension rises high,
Every move, every slap, beneath the endless sky.
But in the end, it's not just about the win,
It's about the journey, the joy found within.
(Chorus)
Moist sports balls, bouncing high,
In the arena, under the sky.
With every slap, a story told,
In the game of life, we find our hold.
we find our groove,
In the rhythm of victory, we start to move.
(Verse 3)
As the game reaches its climax, tension rises high,
Every move, every slap, beneath the endless sky.
But in the end, it's not just about the win,
It's about the journey, the joy found within.
(Chorus)
Moist sports balls, bouncing high,
In the arena, under the sky.
With every slap, a story told,
In the game of life, we find our hold.
(Outro)
So let the rhythm of the game guide your way,
As you chase your dreams, day by day.
For in the arena of life, we find our place,
In the dance of passion, in its relentless chase.
moist sports balls
(Chorus)
Moist sports balls, bouncing high,
In the arena, under the sky.
With every slap, a story told,
In the game of life, we find our hold.
(Outro)
So let the rhythm of the game guide your way,
As you chase your dreams, day by day.
For in the arena of life, we find our place,
In the dance of passion, in its relentless chase.
moist sports balls
