The rush is gonna kick like in Game 1, first quarter It gets straight on your face All your limbs get colder You gotta take it all back Take, take, take You gotta take it all back Do you wanna play around or run away? You'll understand that call's been done too late Do you wanna go there? Make it rain Your limbs get cold But your fist come closer The rush is gonna kick like in Game 5, last quarter It gets straight on your face All your limbs get colder You gotta take it all back