Deuce Trap (Extended 2)

Chorus

Baseline burning and the chalk is flying high

Clean cross court like a dart in the eye

Left them in the dust with a backhand slice

Counting every point man I pay the price

Love is nothing when you're looking for the crown

Bringing big rackets when I roll through town

Verse 1

Silver mesh netting

Shoes squeak loud when I'm heavy betting

Sweat dripping fast from a nylon band

Top spin power with a heavy hand

Check the clay stains on the brand new whites

Chasing down ghosts under tournament lights

Two hundred kilos on a flat first serve

Keeping my cool while I hold my nerve

Pre-Chorus

Forty-thirty on a sunny day

Waiting for the ref to have his say

Strings too tight

Heart out of sight

Chorus

Baseline burning and the chalk is flying high

Clean cross court like a dart in the eye

Left them in the dust with a backhand slice

Counting every point man I pay the price

Love is nothing when you're looking for the crown

Bringing big rackets when I roll through town

Verse 2

Rally go deep

Promises I made are the ones I keep

Lobbying the kid just to make him run

Whipping through the air like a loaded gun

Center court energy filling the air

Seeing five sets if they think it's fair

Ice in the veins on the tie-break grind

Left all the baggage and the noise behind

Pre-Chorus

Forty-thirty on a sunny day

Waiting for the ref to have his say

Strings too tight

Heart out of sight

Chorus

Baseline burning and the chalk is flying high

Clean cross court like a dart in the eye

Left them in the dust with a backhand slice

Counting every point man I pay the price

Love is nothing when you're looking for the crown

Bringing big rackets when I roll through town

Bridge

Deuce again we going back and forth

Testing out my spirit and my worth

Footwork snappy on the service line

Timing up the swing and I feel it fine

Open up the angle for a winning shot

Taking every gamble with the luck I got

Final set drama with the trophy near

Louder than the fans when I let out a cheer

Chorus

Baseline burning and the chalk is flying high

Clean cross court like a dart in the eye

Left them in the dust with a backhand slice

Counting every point man I pay the price

Love is nothing when you're looking for the crown

Bringing big rackets when I roll through town

Outro

Game set match

Found a little opening I had to snatch

Six-four finish

Hope won't diminish

King of the court

Taught 'em a sport

Ace

Gone