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coach my sons' baseball teams
Who will teach them how to give a woman what she needs
Stay up discussing God and science when everyone's asleep
Tell them
Wait
I got so many hits that I made a baseball team look like a fucking little league
I got so many fits that I made your girl stop me in public
Baseball team
We'd play catch in the parking lot
And hope our ball didn't get lost
All the years went by so fast
I know they all haven't been a blast
All
on the baseball team
Breaks my heart every New Year's Eve
Will she call you valentine?
Does she remind you of that song?
If you say "be mine"
February 14th will
baseball team
You could be the freezing
I could be the burning flag
Because I could be a preacher
You could do the kneeling
We could pray on all your broken
baseball team. They're only picking twelve kids in town its imperative you get down to the baseball field, you get Brendon on this team. I'm like, Oh, Shit.
got it. (He's got it.)
What is it?
My very own baseball team!
If you don't know the reason why,
They're gonna write my name across the sky.
It's
out she calls for me
She is my baseball team
She is my dancing queen
She is my girl
She would always use me up
Stomp me in and feed me dust
Then you
Fuck recess we ain't come to play with em
Baseball team nigga cuz we both hitters
And no saliva involved but we both spitters
Yea this a hell of a collab
of you
Chase your dreams it's never too
Late you see get famous like
Baseball teams Freder Seric
Chase your dreams Chase your dreams
Chase your dreams it's
At 16 I was in the streets
And I quit the baseball team
By 17 got my mind right, by 18 was on me
At 19 I was reminiscing on all
The shit that I did by 20,
so disappointed
I just want to go home
Baseball teams and lucid dreams
We're cool with cream
I'm embarrassed to admit
That this is really my first
they made a killer out of him,
That's what they did
He was on the baseball team, he was in the marching band
When he was ten years old he had
There's a letter for the one that jumped highest
And one ran faster by far
One broke the 200 meters
And one broke her arm on the bar
The baseball team
dream
Not one of the boys
I wanna be a flower, not a dirty weed
I wanna smell like roses, not a baseball team
And I swear maybe one day
You're
sold his old baseball team
There's lots of people lookin' at big trouble
But of course the president is clean
Thank God
Thank God
Thank God
Thank
of Carmichael on the front page,
Posing with the little league baseball team,
And a seedy shot of Jed on a motorcycle.
Grandpa died like a hero,
Fighting
laid his head on a newspaper
With a picture of Carmichael on the front page,
Posing with the little league baseball team,
And a seedy shot of Jed
and say, "It's great to be alive!";
And keep your sunny side up, up,
Hide the side that gets blue.
If you have nine sons in a row,
Baseball teams make
old baseball team
There's lot's of people lookin' at big trouble
But of course the president is clean
I own this airline and a baseball team
I started out with nothing, just a dream
Now I'm worth miilions, what can I say?
Then I meet a pretty
league Twins
If you didn't know by now, I'm naming baseball teams
Let's bash (let's bash)
Let's monster bash
Round tripper make the pitcher feel like
pink flamingos, pink flamingos
Sweet Irma Jean is a den mother now
With a station wagon and a charge account
Bubba Junior pitches for his baseball
junior and his baseball team
I'll show 'em my nine point buck on the wall
I'll blow a few times on my new duck call
Let 'em see ol' blue how he sleeps all
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