Lyrics:
used
I was in the outfield too
Somehow we found redemption
We found a love that's true
My life was leading me to you
I was in the outfield too
I
you real slowly
We cin't gotta rush
Got you catching feelings
Then We up all night
Know that you love it
playing outfield got you going deep
X
I
The only one, the only that gives me hell
Sometimes it feels like I'm just talking to myself
Far away
You got me standing in the outfield
By the way
The only one, the only that gives me hell
Sometimes it feels like I'm just talking to myself
Far away
You got me standing in the outfield
By the way
Aye Rod, do or die, you revolutionized all styles of super fly
Suit & ties to every single Jordan, yeah, you knew the vibe
By the way, I still ain't
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball (So So
um
I'm just tryna tell these stories, show love, and smoke ounces while she gets naked, and starts to bounce right off my knees and cum
And three
of the fence, no angels in this outfield
My angels watch over me, you niggas don’t want me here
That’s a check
You mess with my dawgs then I’ma send you
Could lose it all
I'm fighting more
I'm finding hard to see
What everyone's been saying
So much hate goes out
So much love gets lost
In time you'll
Do you remember that song by Janis Ian?
The one where she complains about
Not getting chosen for the basketball team?
Her song went, "For those
Yeah ah
I was made by the mess (Play with the drip it got slippery splash)
I was made by the mess (Check at the combos they stitched up like that)
I
the outfield way back, I'm swingin' for the fence
Grand slam
I got a couple of drinks, got weed and some money to spend
That's a grand slam
I'm feelin' brand
whole life
I know you know the perfect angles
Outfield with the Angels
Bright lights with the champagne
She catch my flame like a candle
Champagne flutes
darling
Least I'm by your side
Least you're by my side yea
Least I'm by your side
Least you're by my side
I need the closest thing to love I can get
Cuz
got love for 1 to 5
But I'm only in love with 1
And I'm prayin she breed my son
It's kinda crazy she like scum
Cuz I can't get her off my tongue I
needed some love
No help we come straight out the mud
Pay me money or owe me in blood
I been sitting back runnin it up
I been sitting back runnin it up
My
Damn, I hate money but I love things
Hate a chicken but I love wings
Catch me sipping cause I love tea
Don't bother sleeping but I love dreams
I
I will write for you
Every single sonnet and love song just like it's you
Shooting stars and all of the comets
I swear they fall on you
Lighting
to it would you do it?
That real deal Holyfield
Angels in the outfield
You gonna need an attorney for all that sex appeal
Don't judge me I got your bail
this up
If the label don't wanna I'mma do it by myself
'Cause the independent money prolly better for my health
Put the money where the mouth is, if you
talk to ‘em,
But I ain't talk to police either dawg the love inside my heart is the truest
Was easy to get caught up in life at times when I was in
Cats pop bottles bone chicks that favor Idalis
And rack up frequent flier mileage
Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
I love the dough, more
Cats pop bottles bone chicks that favor Idalis
And rack up frequent flier mileage
Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
I love the dough, more
life not made for something better
O dear God, can I play at right and holy
Bear the slings of those who do not know me
I would rather be purged by holy
Discuss these one love by the outfield Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In