Low-Hanging Legends

[Verse 1]
Used to jog, they would jog with me
Now I walk slow, they still pass me
Gravity been workin’ overtime
Swingin’ like a clock I forgot to wind
Can’t wear shorts, that’s a safety risk
One wrong stride, orthopedic twist
Need a sports bra, but for downstairs
Got a whole grandpa hiding in my underwear
[Chorus]
My balls don’t roll like they used to (nah)
They just hang around, that’s the truth, dude (yeah)
Too low, might step, that’s a “whoops” move (careful)
Shufflin’ my feet like I’m old school (slide)
My balls don’t roll like they used to
But they still got stories that you can’t prove
Two little legends in a loose groove
My balls don’t roll like they used to
[Verse 2]
More folds than a roadmap, I get lost
Lookin’ like a hairless cat got tossed
Into a dryer on wrinkle mode
Came out lookin’ like a busted toad
Like a paper sack left in the rain
Crumpled up dreams hangin’ in my frame
If they get lower, I’ll need ID tags
“Return to sender” on the grocery bags
[Chorus]
My balls don’t roll like they used to (uh-uh)
They just hang around, that’s the truth, dude
Too low, might step, that’s a “whoops” move
Shufflin’ my feet like I’m old school
My balls don’t roll like they used to
But they still got stories that you can’t prove
Two little legends in a loose groove
My balls don’t roll like they used to
[Bridge]
Doctor said, “That’s just how it goes”
I said, “Cool, but can I tie a bow?”
Need a belt for the family jewels
Or traffic cones, man, I need some rules
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rap, Playful boom-bap rap with crisp drums, rubbery bass, and cartoonish sound effects tucked between punchlines. Verses ride a midtempo pocket with exaggerated ad-libs; hook is shout-along simple with stacked gang vocals. Occasional record-stop moments to land jokes; leave room for cheeky male vocals and call-and-response crowd energy., low