We Ball, Jake
[Verse 1] You clock out every night smelling like a French bistro, Garlic on your jacket, on your hoodie, on your elbow, Fourteen pairs of sneakers lined up like a trophy case, Rotating Tuesdays Nikes like it's some kind of sacred space, You text me 'we ball' when the car makes a noise, When the rent's due on Friday you still act like it's a choice, My man's unbothered, Mr. 'We Gon' Be Alright' — Then I catch you crying over golden retrievers at 2am at night. [Chorus] Happy birthday, Jake, you beautiful mess, Sneaker rotation on point, garlic-scented and blessed, You say 'we ball' like it's scripture, like it's law, And honestly? That's why I love you — every flaw. [Verse 2] You're watching Kobe highlights like you're studying for class, Phoning held up in the dark while the whole night flies past, I ask who's crying and you say 'allergies, babe, relax,' But the puppy on the screen got a seven-second max, You season steaks all day with that line cook finesse, Come home like a walking garlic bread, I confess — I lean in anyway 'cause under all that smoke and heat, You're the softest, funniest person I was lucky enough to meet. [Chorus] Happy birthday, Jake, you beautiful mess, Sneaker rotation on point, garlic-scented and blessed, You say 'we ball' like it's scripture, like it's law, And honestly? That's why I love you — every flaw.