Shoot your shot

Shoot your shot. Girl, you need to start shooting your shot. I do not want to hear the excuses. But what if you're rejected? What if you're like, 'Oh, I don't want to, like, want next?' Literally next. You know how many times I've been rejected? You know how many shots I've took that bounced off the rim and smacked me right in the face? You know how many shots I've took that got intercepted? By the girlfriend that I didn't know was there. Listen, I'm human. I don't know. Okay? But I'm like, alright, rightfully so. I couldn't make that shot. That's fine. But you never know. You never know. I don't want to hear the whole, 'Men don't approach me, men don't whatever.' You don't approach me either, honey. So we got to get our sneakers on and start playing the game. So I'm trying to see. Buckets. Okay? I don't care if each one's an airball or I don't care if you're hanging off the rim, you just never know unless you take the shot. Again, you miss 100% of the shots you don't take. Don't hit the player, hate the game. That's all I have to say. So if you're out, you see a guy at the grocery store, you see a guy at the coffee shop. Knock, knock. Who's there? Me. Whether it works out or not, at least you could say you tried. At least you could say you tried.