We lace our shoes, the neon gleams
Tonight we're chasing bowling dreams
Twelve strikes perfect, every frame
Three hundred points, the flawless game
We start with focus, hearts alight
The ball spins true, a streak of light
Pins scatter, crash a strike, it's clear
Our cheers erupt, the goal feels near
Frame by frame, we roll with care
Tension rising in the air
But then, a slip, the dreaded fall
A wayward toss a gutter ball
The silence thick, our spirits sink
We mutter curses, pause to think
One simple miss, all hope undone
And yet, the game's not overrun
We pick it up, we laugh, we shout
The fun's the thing, there's no real doubt
Strike or gutter, win or lose
What matters most is who we choose
To share the lanes, the highs and lows
With friends beside us, anything goes
So we bowl on, no perfect aim
But still, we're winning just the same
illionaire - Chasing Bowling Dreams (Frame By Frame) Lyrics
illionaire - Chasing Bowling Dreams (Frame By Frame) Lyrics
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We lace our shoes, the neon gleams
Tonight we're chasing bowling dreams
Twelve strikes perfect, every frame
Three hundred points, the flawless game
We start with focus, hearts alight
The ball spins true, a streak of light
Pins scatter, crash a strike, it's clear
Our cheers erupt, the goal feels near
Frame by frame, we roll with care
Tension rising in the air
But then, a slip, the dreaded fall
A wayward toss a gutter ball
The silence thick, our spirits sink
We mutter curses, pause to think
One simple miss, all hope undone
And yet, the game's not overrun
We pick it up, we laugh, we shout
The fun's the thing, there's no real doubt
Strike or gutter, win or lose
What matters most is who we choose
To share the lanes, the highs and lows
With friends beside us, anything goes
So we bowl on, no perfect aim
But still, we're winning just the same
Tonight we're chasing bowling dreams
Twelve strikes perfect, every frame
Three hundred points, the flawless game
We start with focus, hearts alight
The ball spins true, a streak of light
Pins scatter, crash a strike, it's clear
Our cheers erupt, the goal feels near
Frame by frame, we roll with care
Tension rising in the air
But then, a slip, the dreaded fall
A wayward toss a gutter ball
The silence thick, our spirits sink
We mutter curses, pause to think
One simple miss, all hope undone
And yet, the game's not overrun
We pick it up, we laugh, we shout
The fun's the thing, there's no real doubt
Strike or gutter, win or lose
What matters most is who we choose
To share the lanes, the highs and lows
With friends beside us, anything goes
So we bowl on, no perfect aim
But still, we're winning just the same
Writer: Steve Roose
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid