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Dad He went to work Dad He went to work Sees his patients crying Trying to make em smiling Dad Punk Dad Dad Punk Dad Dad with a racquetball Dad punk
Shorty from the hills, playing racquetball She caught me with the gang, posted in the mall She caught my attention, call her Adderall She got me with
Wall Street, racquetball, oysters, masseuses Bourgeoisie, the mood y'all be Then it's back to the hood where you knew I'd be Driver's license
reminding, hey yeah Check it Before these minds got a hold to some drugs And start thinking they thugs We'd be at the Bismarck, and the Racquetball
well, and everything on factual Ain't worth it, if not laughable, I'm off the wall as racquetball Dick that keep your girl awake all night, they call is
still wrong There was a few times I needed your support But you tried to play me like an indoor sport Like racquetball, tennis, fool, whatever All I know
was still wrong There was a few times I needed your support But you tried to play me like an indoor sport Like racquetball, tennis, fool, whatever
was still wrong There was a few times I needed your support But you tried to play me like an indoor sport Like racquetball, tennis, fool, whatever
the ape grew very depressed Went through Transactional Analysis He plays racquetball and runs in the rain Still he's shackled to a platinum chain
was still wrong There was a few times I needed your support But you tried to play me like an indoor sport Like racquetball, tennis, fool, whatever
We'd be at the Bismarck, and the Racquetball club Plugged with Gucci promotion so we got in free Against the wall me and my guys formed a colony,
was still wrong There was a few times I needed your support But you tried to play me like an indoor sport Like racquetball, tennis, fool, whatever
I dreamed of Graceland Stealing my friend Kyle's guitar On the racquetball courts playing Songs for homeless broken hearts There was money in my
wit you niggas like Arkansa I shot my shot like it was basketball I from the gutter like a bowling ball I'm going back to back racquetball I'm just gone
the bench it rained so much I'm drenched Check the score niggas playing racquetball Hit the wall so hard that it split ya jaw Bounce back I recovered from
pride at all This ain't no game this ain't racquetball I hit you up you don't hit back at all I went through hell cuz I was bound to fall For you Now I
you fall That bitch need saving i let her Fall a nigga fueled up no ethanol Bitch i stay ballin like basketball Keep my racks on me no racquetball
pants let alone rap at all Take so many fucking dabs I could hack a lung In a glass cage of emotion playing a game of racquetball Check my phone so
talk get smacked like a racquetball Above all I rank besides the Most High lyrics pivotal Yall pitiful if your reason for existence making others
shit's just protocol Scrutinize the bathroom stall Nails polished, wherewithal Back and forth like racquetball Used to think I knew it all Dumbass really
Pipedream Maybe I'm just too old for this racquetball Mainstream Am I thinking too big? Better make it small 1234567 That's seven whole years I don't
First of all You got it wrong You think you're right but You're not at all Racquetball Mowing lawn It's hard, yeah It's so damn hard Another Recover
a racquetball... Back and forth in your mind with infinite walls. But Iu0027ve been waiting too long For you to try to figure it out on your own... While youu0027re
on the way out Won't have that racquetball tourney or rainy day cookout I don't mean to be rude to you I just want to get to know you if we're stuck here for
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