[Verse]
Jonny Carrol, loud mouth, used to brag so bold
Green jersey on his back, thought his team was gold
Porzingis traded, Holiday faded, now it's cold
Tatum on the bench, his dreams getting sold
Used to puff his chest, now he whispers to the breeze
Postgame silence, just him and the TV
Celtics pride shattered, man’s on his knees
Tears on parquet floors, drowning in defeat seas
[Chorus]
Jonny cries at night, Boston dreams take flight
Once was loud, now he hides from the fight
“Celtics for the chip,” he used to recite
Now his voice fades out in the dim, pale light
[Verse 2]
Roster like a puzzle with the pieces all gone
He had the king’s swagger, now he sings a sad song
Porzingis vanished, Holiday wronged
Tatum’s ankle twisted, his hopes prolong
Green banners on his wall, now they mock his face
Echoes of the Garden, empty in their space
From boasting loud to this quiet disgrace
Jonny’s pride crumbled, no saving grace
[Bridge]
He stares at the screen, watching replays rewind
Jumbotron dreams now shattered in his mind
The roar of the crowd, the chant of the grind
Replaced with the hush of a team left behind