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Well, the sailor said "I'm looking for my wife
They call her Betty Coltrane!"
The frog-eyed man said "That can't be
That's my wife's maiden name"
Well, the sailor said "I'm looking for my wife
They call her Betty Coltrane!"
The frog-eyed man said "That can't be
That's my wife's maiden name"
and the distance, 
That's what has brought us to the game today. 
So I want you to kick back, 
And enjoy a fun filled afternoon of baseball. 
The teams are
I'm driving down a dusty road
I've got nowhere to go
No place that I can call my own
On and on this road is burning

I'm leaving all this crap
I'm driving down a dusty road
I've got nowhere to go
No place that I can call my own
On and on this road is burning 

I'm leaving all this crap
our cash in a dresser drawer
Underneath the forty four
If we do ya wrong we damn sure make it right

[Chorus]
It's the only place that I call home
Last Saturday
I stood in your entry way
A place where we used to wait
For cars to carry us away
Like once in this storm
They drove me and Justin
(Hey) I'm driving down a dusty road
(Hey)I've got nowhere to go
(Hey) No place that I can call my own
On and on this road is burning
(Break away)
I'm driving down a dusty road
I've got nowhere to go
No place that I can call my own
On and on this road is burning 

I'm leaving all this crap
bonnet hat

And Snoop says he's clean now? You make the call
The guy's higher than Billy Joel's cholesterol
Snoop, there's only room for one dog, putz
We call it art, some call it a crime
It's the rap Michael Moore, like Bowling for Columbine
On drums, Fahrenheit, 9-1-1
Al Queda hit the Apple
of the devoted in line:
We call it art, some call it a crime
it's the rap Michael Moore, like Bowling for Columbine
on drums, Fahrenheit, 9-1-1
Al Queda hit
me that last Friday he was with two girls
at their place
And they both wanted him to stay over.
But he went home, 
Called up another girl,
like summer fall
I throw the Audemars, then I throw out all the ball
New Dior from the boutique store
Only thing in common that we got is that we want it
like summer fall
I throw the Audemars, then I throw out all the ball
New Dior from the boutique store
Only thing in common that we got is that we want it
Yeah
So sexy

[Verse 1]
I met her on the corner of Gates n Bedstuy
It was only right that I approached and said "hi"
'cause she looked like no
town I used to call my own
Over the years nothin' and no one's grown 
In this place, I used to call my home
The old tree on the hill's still standin'
what's done is done
But what if my friends found out
That she wasn't my only one
And it eats me from inside
That she's not by my side
Just because I
(Gonna follow!)

Last rites in a lost city
I can't fight for a life I've never known
Dark lights giving no pity
Last rites for a place I call my home

Fear
the way
When the postman calls, he'll deliver the letter
I've explained everything; it's better that way

(Divided by, divided by) I think they heard
home.
No matter where in this country I might roam.
It's where the corn grows tall and the moonshine still flows.
It's the only place that I call home
Take my true love by her hand...

Every wind that blows boys every wind that blows
Carries me to some new place heaven only knows

Take my true love by
out of control, never won an ESPY
Bout to buy a black ghost and call that shit SP
Flow outta this World, I'm coming for my Moon man
You niggas slide
the way
When the postman calls, he'll deliver the letter
I've explained everything; it's better that way

(Divided by, divided by) I think they heard
'll put Chante Moore pussy in stitches
I'll fuck RuPaul before I fuck them ugly ass X-Scape bitches
You can 76 the 69, try 68
Make Raven-Symoné call date