Lyrics:
yeah real, real clear
But I gotta a grapevine he's going into fits
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
How the dumb monkey fights gorillas in
yeah real, real clear
But I gotta a grapevine he's going into fits
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
How the dumb monkey fights gorillas in
secret email from Plymouth youth baseball. Super Secret email! I can't believe I got this email. I found out they have an elite select extreme all star
Jem life
Uh
Ayo
Baseball Jay Em' got the hits Jay Em' never miss
Game Time I ain't on the bench I could never sit
Make calls all I gota do goons
to know
"Do they still play the blues in Chicago
When baseball season rolls around?
When the snow melts away, do the Cubbies still play
In their
to know
"Do they still play the blues in Chicago
When baseball season rolls around?
When the snow melts away, do the Cubbies still play
In their
to talk... yeah real real clear
But I gotta a grapevine he's going into fits
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
How the dumb monkey fights gorillas
Deep in the back roads of Grapevine Texas
In a dark humid basement with flickering lights
The keyboard is moist from the Sweat off his brow
A bevvy
Make it something we can bang to
Just please don’t let it change you
This estranged fruit
Sweeter in my ripened youth
Incision down the middle
Twist
baseball, I can't wait till Drake calls
Two-tone, five-five-six, shit'll take your face off
I remember back when I sampled that one song by Nate Dogg
Opps
baseball
Killin designer
We slaves to the Louie fendi prada the flavor
I’m hoping you understand but if you broke
Damn that’s some I that I can’t understand
sense out of that
Watch you call me when you tryna come back
Gotta face my fears like a baseball cap
Hit it head on first, I can make that flight
Like,
in traffic
Tell him "go"
Labels call, you ain't got a mill
Tell 'em "no" through the grapevine
Niggas talkin' till I'm old
Y'all niggas stop making
through the grapevine
They always wolfing, til' they meet the beast
Watch 'em freeze
Pounds on the clock
Yeah, I do it with ease
Twisting up the dro
In
do or die yes a fully flame
Every ghetto youth joy affi touch the plane
Cant wait
Gone pon the dollar train
Mek the little dollar fi the dollar stain
a youth speaker
We all see that our youth need a damn speaker
I feel, man, who better than I to do it
But then, I don't even take time to do it
If it ain't
She keep calling me I don't answer
Daany Phantom beats ain't no casper
Baseball with the heat it ain't no cappin'
Gotta release with ease I been
I never cared much for baseball, anyway
But by the time that it crossed my mind
I guess it was too late
‘Cause I’d already made a commitment
faking
Your identity I know you never misplaced it
We was watching that return by Chris Davis
So hyped I could never even explain it
Youth baseball you
BOOM while we looking at the stars going
Like a baseball bat ma I want to hit it
Home run like BOOM but you won't forget it
You would swear I'ma part
fi you
Gyal yuh shape have di man and di brain have di youths
Hot yuh hot, wear dem dem style yeah yuh acrobats
Snap a shot and post it pon mi
candlelight
Enough to see the bits around you
But it's never very bright
Stare at a memory
You, through the grapevine, heard the truth
It's good to learn from
the type to spend fifty after I make five
I take mine, heard she was taken through the grapevine
But the fruits of my labour brought me a great wine
Made
As I drove down on 65, I was cruisin' down that old
Grapevine
Well, I must have been doin' at least about 95
Well out there on the side
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