Lyrics:
Heyyyy
I hit left, I.E.L.P.
everybody in the infield walk as I beat
I see off the triple we goin to have a good day
Her butt is what we drinking,
someone said to Cindy
Old Shorty's rung the gong
The oil-well he's been drilling
Just came through she sang this song
Cut across the infield Shorty
Cut
or August, it never gets terribly late
Sleep till ten, sweat it out, and then
We'll start all over
We'll start all over again!
Now the infield's green but
Opening Day Ceremonies
Red, white and blue bunting blowing
Every uniform is bright, not one single grass stain
White chalk is edging the infield
on the windshield
Welcome to Sinville where niggas on base
Shit is looking like an infield
High as a Sprint bill
What you think, that's the reason why this ink in
fly too high
Run too fast, fly too high
We got no past, no goodbye
Run to fast and you fly too
Hanging around on the infield, what do you steal
red Infield Bullet lurches to a halt in the dust
Last blast of engine leaves a ringing in the ears
That fades into the rustle of bare feet
pump my break
If a deer through the windshield,
I never knew the infield
If you touch my bae
might see how a limp
Feel hips kill hips kill
Turn ya into
retomo yo lo rompo como sea
El shooting guard de lirica lanzado barra anoto
Todo el infield es mio soy vizquel en campocorto
Esto es pa toas las lacritas
on the undercard
Like a good fuck all 2020 I'm coming hard
You an infield hit bitch I knock it out the park
Its King, yeaa
All my life I been the underdog
They ain't
Horshack
CNP and Timezone, we're back with more raps
Rough as cracks in sun soaked windshield
Up at bat, yo, back up the infield
Keep you striving on,
Cracked windshield
Quick trip like a short stop in the infield
Tire pressure low
But my battery charged in my zone when I get here
I'm in here
Toasty
and
Flip words
A nigga would've thought Def Poetry back Cole
Yea
Niggas you not fly
Your bitch caught balls like infield pop flies
Pipe in her mouth like
going mental
That’s my heart so please gentle
Don’t break that shit
Like a windshield
Foul ball gone off the infield
I’m just hoping that you can feel
Post a pic on set
And now u remember
Looking through ya phone
Tryna find my number
DM slide like a infield runner
Mean you tryna scratch a itch
I'd be swayed, I take action
My flow is Benadryl, got an itch to kill
Man I spit that fentanyl, got you finna kneel
All you homebody infield niggas,
shorty over there
Say a dog since you in the infield play ball
When shorty call Nigga better believe I'm going AWOL
Get lost all up in them draws big
come my competition's always out of rhymes
Clean up time
You was batter nine
Only time you got on base was infield fly
Crash a boat into the Trump marina
come my competition's always out of rhymes
Clean up time
You was batter nine
Only time you got on base was infield fly
Crash a boat into the Trump marina
perpendicular
Baseball infields all have 4 corners
Wombat poop, graph paper, pats of butter
Art by Picasso and a lack of clutter
Everywhere it seems
There are
getting paid, making music
At night we'd just stand outside and stare up at the stars
We hiked the Garden Wall and Many Glacier
Laid us down in fields
of a time they wasn't copying us
We run the records like it's hitsville
Home-run, your shit still infield, silly with the pen skill
So much shit been going
they shit peeled,
Ride in a big wheel,
Live from the infield,
9:45, been deprived of a big meal,
I’m never sincere,
Why should i switch gear,
I,
own tracks since 16
Don't mix me up in no bullshit I'm busy
Play infield ma I think I'm ready for the big leagues
Just in fields we treated Twit field
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