[Verse 1]
LeBron, you’re the sun, the moon, the GOAT,
Every dunk you make’s a divine note.
Your passes part seas, your jump shots heal,
Every triple-double’s like a heavenly meal.
From Cleveland’s savior to LA’s king,
You’re a basketball god—it’s your court, your ring.
Taco Tuesdays? They’re holy and pure,
A tradition for greatness, that’s for sure.
[Chorus]
LeBron, you’re the pinnacle of the game,
Every move you make adds fuel to your flame.
Your greatness shines, you’re a force of fate,
King James, you’re the GOAT, no debate.
[Verse 2]
Your sneakers? Relics of the basketball gods,
Your sweat? Liquid gold, defying all odds.
Space Jam 2? It rewrote the script,
Your presence alone made the franchise flip.
I’d rename the calendar, “The Year of Bron,”
Every season’s yours, from dusk to dawn.
Four rings gleaming, but it’s not enough,
Bron, your legacy? Built of immortal stuff.
[Chorus]
LeBron, you’re the pinnacle of the game,
Every move you make adds fuel to your flame.
Your greatness shines, you’re a force of fate,
King James, you’re the GOAT, no debate.
[Bridge]
Your dunks split clouds, your layups inspire,
Your no-look passes set the court on fire.
Taco Tuesday’s a global creed,
Bron, you’re the answer to every need.
[Outro]
LeBron, the king of the hardwood floor,
Your name will echo forevermore.
The court’s your throne, the ball’s your crown,
King James, you’ll never come down.