Verse 1]Friday night, neon skies, sneakers laced up tight,Boom

Verse 1] Friday night, neon skies, sneakers laced up tight, Boom box blasting “Run to the Hills,” we’re feeling alive tonight. Wham! on the flip side, alien’s in the backseat grin, Sporting pastels, rocking Ray-Bans, ready for us to win. [Pre-Chorus] Coach says, “Focus boys,” but the bass just stole our soul, Maiden screams from the backseat, Depeche Mode on a twisted roll. Remix dreams in stereo, echoes in the dark, “People Are People” fades, and Maiden lights a spark. [Chorus] We were kings on the hardwood, legends in our time, Cruising down the highway to a big-game state of mind. With the little green alien entertaining us on the road, And the mixtape spinning magic, like an 80s radio show. [Verse 2] Vinyl seats and Gatorade, sneakers tap in sync, Talking trash on rival schools, laughing ’til we can’t think. Someone shouts, “Throw on that 12-inch remix now!” “Just Can’t Get Enough” spins wild, alien takes a bow. [Bridge] Break it down—drums, synth, metal, collide, Echoes of vinyl and chrome in the night we ride. The alien whispers, “Win it big, my crew,” Then moonwalks in the aisle—yeah, that’s how we flew. [Final Chorus] We were kings on the hardwood, shining in our prime, Driving through the static like a power chord in time. With that little green alien keeping secrets no one knows, And our hearts still beating like an 80s radio show. [Outro] Iron Maiden fades to silence, lights on the gym ahead, But the soundtrack of those van rides will live on in our heads.