Lyrics:
my initials KP
Landed softly on the green, butterfly with sore feet
Call me even Steven , cuz I birdie 18
Like my boy JT, keep the scorecard clean
scorecard magazine
"Ted's Last Game" scrawled out in his own hand
That perfect autograph underneath
You know what's said about
Gods and letters they receive
I
back, well I won't be back
Because you're always keeping score
But now the scorecard's in my pocket
And now the match is won
She said we were in
on the scorecard
Another victory lived
And we'll take our plans and our dreams
We making it through these ruins
Making it through life
I don't want another one I got
Looking at the scorecard undefeated, until I need it, until I need it
It's funny how goodbye doesn't mean you're leaving, what you really want isn't what
the scorecard
Check the scorecard to see what they have to say
The way you boys be on dick, that shit kinda gay
I been cooking up these nuggets like Chick-fil-A
they're out here trynna lead ya down a road that you don't like
it's a swindle; it's a racket - the way they divvy up our lives
i used to have a scorecard
do you do now?
What do you do now?
I think you're better than me, and so do you.
And darling I am sick of
This scorecard bulls-ish, what a lovely
before my eternal rest
So if you have your pencils and your scorecards ready
Then I'll read you my last request"
He said, "Give me a doubleheader
bitch back, they must've seen her ass then
From H town like the Astros (woah), scorecard her ass ten (woah)
Pop pills no Aspirin, like a ski slope in
before my eternal rest
So if you have your pencils and your scorecards ready
Then I'll read you my last request"
He said, "Give me a doubleheader
Cause I don't wanna let up
If you can get up
I'm fed up
The rhymes are sped up
To mess your head up
When the rhyme is over
They tally the scorecard
I get
birdies
And keeping your scorecard
The devil's been busy in your back yard
Steaming down the highway
With your trucks of toxic waste
Where you gonna
fucked with (nah)
Wall calls, homies on the four yard (yeah, four yard)
Running up the scorecard
Death threats, I ain't lose a step yet (so what?)
to zero
Or on some scorecard anyhow
I'm in Asheville, I'm sorry
For throwing in the towel
As sunlight rode the mountain
And the rain it chased me
landing
Applause, I gave her a ten on my scorecard
She make that shit look so easy, but that shit hard
Had me lookin' around, like, "Oh my God, did you
Ali
You know what these niggas can never say about me?
(What's that?) Is I did it off their scorecard
It's all blocks (OJ)
Bo Jackson (yeah, that
kept a scorecard - how else to prove you're such
The pimp.
You think you're thinking for yourself
But when you when you can't get any the consentual
on ya tee//
Doing this for sport, nigga, running up the scorecard
Passing me the torch, I'ma use the shit to scorch y'all
Phone up in my palm, I'm just
Do you wanna wind up in a graveyard?
Like a number on a scorecard
They're gonna wrap you up in corn silk
They're gonna cry like you were spilled milk
On the tv with a scorecard and a forty of course
Fantasy killer killing the time
Till another reason to kill up
Another dream come around in this rodeo
trying to live my life and dodge every red dot on me
I’m keeping a scorecard of all the ones who walked out on me
I’m bigging myself up just to balance out
the scorecard scared with an encore set
I been in more bitches cars than Alanis Morrisette
Droppin' em fast when Im blasten' blood splashes
Real, Real
Thats how
two
You know I'm tryna dive
Get the scorecards too
We going for some 10's
These some X rated moves like
Oooh
Let me smell that perfume
5 o'clock
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