11‑Fast Heatwave

Lyrics

[INTRO] Yo, it’s the clock’s ticking, the crowd is humming, Caleb’s on the floor, numbers flashin’. [VERSE 1] He dribbles, deflects the rain, 11’s on the board, it’s insane. Slick as a midnight train, every pass, every shot, he’s in the lane. Fast lanes, breakin’ chains, defenders feel the strain, he’s the name. Slam dunk, thunder, boom— the gym’s echo, feel the boom. [CHORUS] Caleb, 11, blazing like a comet, Fast‑footed king of the court, no counterfeit. From the baseline to the sky, he’s the living legend, Heatwave, no pause, 11’s the winner. [VERSE 2] Pivot, shoot, he’s on fire, opponents sigh, their hearts retire. Guard him? Just a desire, the clock’s a liar, we’re climbing higher. He’s the rhythm in the game, the spark in the flame, the king of fame. Every alley‑oop, he’s the same— swift, sleek, no shame. [BRIDGE] When the lights dim, the hustle’s loud, 11’s in the spotlight, proud. Break the mold, never cold, his speed’s a story told. [CHORUS] Caleb, 11, blazing like a comet, Fast‑footed king of the court, no counterfeit. From the baseline to the sky, he’s the living legend, Heatwave, no pause, 11’s the winner. [OUTRO] So when the buzzer rings, and the night’s still sing, remember Caleb’s swift, it’s everything.