Lyrics

[Verse]
Yo, Simon’s big day, eight candles on the cake,
Skates laced tight, ice moves he finna make.
Stick in his hand, puck dancing like a dream,
Future MVP, the heart of the team.

[Chorus]
Simon on the ice, the birthday king,
Wrist shot fire, hear the victory ring.
Gliding through the rink, crowd hollering his name,
Only eight years old, already changing the game.

[Verse 2]
Hockey gloves strapped, jersey fitting real fly,
Net-minder shaking, can’t stop the guy.
Face-off savage, the arena erupts,
Every birthday a goal, opponents corrupt.

[Bridge]
Chillin' post-game, cake on his plate,
Homie got energy, he don’t hesitate.
Birthday crew lit, cheeks hurt from the laugh,
Future so bright, charting his own path.

[Chorus]
Simon on the ice, the birthday king,
Wrist shot fire, hear the victory ring.
Gliding through the rink, crowd hollering his name,
Only eight years old, already changing the game.

[Verse 3]
Birthday banners wave, balloons touch the sky,
Simon’s stick tapping, dreams too high.
Hockey his first love, ain’t no breaking apart,
Eight candles burning, but he’s the fire in the heart.