Level 11
One, one, that’s the number on the door Dominic is back for a little bit more Level eleven, yeah he’s taking the floor The king of the court, hear the crowd roar
Woke up feeling like a brand new boss Counting up the coins, never had a loss He’s the golden boy with the silver toss Fresh kicks on, no need for the gloss Eleven years and he’s standing tall The MVP who can handle the ball
Put your hands high for the kid Look at everything that he did Slide the lock and flip the lid He’s the one who won the bid
Happy Birthday, Dom, let’s go Watch the way he runs the show Eleven candles, see 'em glow Everywhere the wind will blow It’s your time, it’s your year Give the boy a giant cheer
Game on the screen, controller in hand Dom’s the leader of his own little band Building up the world in the digital sand Finest young king in all of the land Eating all the cake with the chocolate chips Watch the way the birthday boy flips
Ten was cool but eleven is better Chasing the dream like a real go-getter Write it in stone, or a gold-ink letter Breaking the mold, breaking every fetter Keep up the pace, don't ever settle Pushing the foot down on the pedal
Happy Birthday, Dom, let’s go Watch the way he runs the show Eleven candles, see 'em glow Everywhere the wind will blow It’s your time, it’s your year Give the boy a giant cheer
Eleven, eleven, it’s the time Watch the young legend start to climb Every single word, a perfect rhyme Dominic is really in his prime