Lyrics:
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
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
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
los mochis viene pa la laguna con su pasión y amor por el baseball ya esta sonando la perla del desierto muy orgullosos se sienten de torreon
El compa
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
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
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
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
matching, on my fit like this
Getting stacks, ain't nobody getting rich like this
I'm sick like this, go get like this
Baseball swag, no hits like this
Can't
nothin', you never
Took a loss Kill game and talk baseball, you never get
The sauce Now they lookin' like they want to get rid
Of me So I was just givin'
Thurston: Welcome back to 120 minutes!
I'm Thurston Moore from Sonic Youth
Your guest host tonight
And my first guest tonight is Beck!
Camera pans
and your friends thinking that you are all of that
When you see a youth walk by and yes the youth is black
One kid say "Hey, what you doing on the block
I'ma talk back
And hit it out the park wit no baseball bat
As long as the numbers are right
And both parties are happy
Then nigga we can have sum good
of peace of mind
Or better yet, I hope I come home to you
Is there life after youth?
I keep on thinking about baseball
And all the things I used to do
When
youth
And I ain't nothing like no Jay-Z
I'm just doing right by these booths
And I ain't ever been one to pray to God
I just pray to God I let loose
So
the Bacardi
Drop the pin
I'm coming in
Grin is on sin
I'm in the vicinity, entity
Brain splat like Kennedy
Salute to the youth
I'm too obsessive
Running
fielder give a fuck about a homer
Got a homie, little rodent, head and shoulders out his hovel
No baseball in the bubble
Ruh-roh
Parents thought it
Rudeboy, don't watch that
'Cause if it's arms house, I'll rock that
And if it's on top, you know I got that
Come through with a big baseball bat
I'm lyin' (yeah), on the sofa
If it wasn't for hell's fire as a youth
You'd know I'd be fryin' (uh), when I was older
But the devil met his quota, I
mission for heavy for the Water
Nature Right only vision this is clitatic up
(repeat chorus)
(verse 3)
so am talking to all the elders and the youth
and jack it up
Who gives a fuck what I'm talking bout? Walk it out
Knock em out the spot, let me talk it out
Do the wok, baseball bat, all that
Fall
baseball, trampoline, wrestling (yeah)
Used to walk around in the West end, looking for an answer
We were just kids, running from police
Fuck manners
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