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boy in the bleachers
Rally-cap-head-down, eyes closed in prayer
Line drive, bloop single, just keep the ball fair,
And maybe you can’t recognize outside

between all time
And then while I'm alive
In a single line
I gotta drive
Cars are glue
Holding together the frame of bamboo
Cars are glue
They fill in

making my dough
I got 2 phones, Kevin gates on that hoe
Tommy Hilfiger bitch I'm pull up in my coat
Snorting the coke, single lines, it gon drive up my

me out to the ballgame
Yankee Stimulate my vein
Line drive hit into centerfield
Rounding Third, we comin' chill!
Circuit queen outta Q'teen
Jumpin

the moment
My teachers would always scold me
But now i dispose em like rodents
Tired of propaganda and the fake shit
Line drive down the middle they call it

I hit a real nice line drive through the pines
And right into my neighbor
Mr. Simpson's big bay window
Me and the guys ran like our pants were

done ran up on the nine five
Knock it out the park every time never line drive
Nuh-uh, you don't want war with the wise guys
Nigga I been getting it for

it
Right down the line
On a drive to the cemetery
Just yours and mine

But sometimes
I can never get back there on my own

All my life
In other

Farm
It didn't look like much to my brother and me
It was 18 boyhood summers of memories

It's where we learned to cast a line and drive a truck
Where

They manufacture handmade guitar picks, mustache wax and spun silk guitar strings, mostly for export. Every morning lines of trucks drive through