A-ok, Kyrie Irving, Dido - Dear Lebron lyrics

LeBron is mad
I'm wondering why i asked for a trade at all
I scored 40 in the Finals
But I can't please LeBron
And even if I could I’m not Chris Paul
With their picture on a boat
It reminds me that it's not my Cavs
LeBron runs the Cavs

Dear Bron, I wrote you
But you only subtweetin i left my cell
Email and my address in Cleveland
I sent two letters to Dan Gilbert
You must not've got 'em
He probably fell off the side
Of the Flat Earth or
Somethin' Sometimes trade requests become too
Sloppy once they’re public
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up
Man? How's our teammates?
I just wanted to be the man
And a chance to lead-
If I win a MVP, guess who I’mma call?
I'mma call Kobe

I read about Derrick Rose too, I'm sorry
He signed for the Vet Min cuz
Every team didn't want him
I know you probably hear this every day
But I'm your best teammate
I even hit The Shot after you
Made The Block on Andre i got a room full of
Our posters and our Flatheads, man
I like the ‘Ship we won in ‘16 too
That ‘Ship was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this, man
Hit me back just to chat, truly yours
Your best teammate, this is Kyrie

LeBron is mad
I'm wondering why i asked for a trade at all
I scored 57 against the Spurs
But I can't please LeBron
And even if I could he won’t commit to stay
He’s leaving to play with Ball
It reminds me that it's not our Cavs
Never was our Cavs

Dear Mr i'm Too-Good-to-Commit To Cleveland
This'll be the last message I
Send before I’m leaving
It's been three seasons
I’m second fiddle do I deserve it?
I know you got my last email
I even CC’d Brian Windhorst
So this is my message I'm sendin' you
I hope you get it i'm in the gym right now
I'm scorin' 30 next season
Hey, Bron, I wanna go to the West too
You dare me to go?
Stephen A Smith said if you saw
Me it’d come to blows and all I wanted was a
Chance to handle the ball
I hope you know I ripped all
Of our Fatheads off the wall
I loved you, Bron
We coulda played together think about it!
It’s ruined now
I hope you don't win and you dream about it
And when you leave I hope you lose
And you scream about it I hope
Your conscience eats at you
Cause you can't win without me
See, Bron shut up, Dan! I'm tryin' to talk
Hey, Bron
That's Dan Gilbert screamin' in the hall
But I didn't stab his back
I let him know first, see I ain't like you
‘Cause if he trades me
He’ll get a good player back too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost off the Cavs now
Oh shit, I forgot
How am I supposed to win a title now?!

LeBron is mad
I'm wondering why i asked for a trade at all
I haven’t even hit my prime yet
And I wanna leave LeBron
But even if I stayed he’s on the decline
He’s almost 33 years old
It reminds me that it's not our Cavs
Durant ruined the Cavs