Lyrics:
and the stirring wheel wood like a baseball bat (like that)
Just like Archie said, we ready (ready)
Whole clique's straight, lunatics like Nelly (Nelly)
Gran
extra, hear all about it
? five hundred thousand (half a mil)
And they like, I'm way too rich
Have diamonds around my neck like a baseball feen
I marry
drums or the sugarplums were marching too
To the rhythm of the rhythm of a tap-a-tap-tap
And he built the man in the baseball cap
And no one could tell
métro
Le gars des nouvelles l'a appris par son chum d'la section des sports
Un joueur de baseball vient de signer un contrat pour un milliard
Like a baseball field
I wanna hit a home run
Me and you together, babe
Raise a little one
Trippin' on Pérignon
Conversation like what
Not afraid to go
in!)
Well, I'd rather go bowling!
(the lanes are closed!)
Maybe a little tennis?
(your racket's got a hole.)
How about some baseball?
(field's rained
night
[Chorus]
You gave life to me
A brand new world to see
Like playing baseball in the yard with dad at night
Mom reading Goodnight Moon
my Dodgers baseball cap
If you like fast cars, sorry this aren't real
But we can race my Ferrari Hot Wheels
I'm willin' to give you my bike
If
Popsicles, icicles, baseball and fancy clothes
These are a few of the things he loves
He loves Levis and brown eyes
And wind blowin' through his
to my clothes,
My mom called me up for breakfast now it's all over my cheerio's
Tape wrapped around my baseball bat
I even taped the tail of an alley
a baseball diamond
I was right there when that gangsta started cryin
Twisted and wired, gun-mouth 4 hire
The game that we it accept all liars
Fears
We stood there frozen as the baseball hit the bat
Watched it clear the fence in Johnson's yard
And broke that front door glass
We were already
He came walkin' out of that Texaco,
George Strait blarin' out of his Silverado.
A fish hook on the bill of his baseball cap:
God, it's good
either
Past my bedtime or else it's time to eat. So sorry momma but your just goin to
Have to wait, we gotta finish our baseball game it's inning twenty
When I was only seventeen, couldn't wait for twenty one
I'd hang around on Clayton Street in the bars there gettin' drunk
A baseball cap
It's for free now
It's for free now
It's for free now
And that's the way it should be
Yeah, yeah
Acid hits and baseball mitts
Ugly girls that I
change my ways
I dress like a slob
I never tuck in my shirt
I let it hang over my baggy jeans
I wear an old baseball cap on the top of my head
With
wanted to stick it in me.
I took out a baseball bat,
Now it's her that's dead, not me.
And the judge brings down his hammer,
There's a black hat
Baseball cards and matchbox-cars.
Let's pretend that we are rock-stars.
Let's build a ramp behind the house,
And let's jump our bikes off
The skinny kids with baseball bats
Still kick my ass and tell me that
My family was never one of wealth"
and santa gave us lollypork....
Haus viel wert
Man fand sie tot in ihrem Bett
Ein Baseball-Schläger blutbefleckt
Der CIA war als erster dort
Und die Videos waren auf einmal fort
then its Tonka trucks and baseball gloves,
Then his first kiss and his first love oh the innocence,
Just don't last our dreams in our future go by so
the coaches get rich, ain't that a god damn shame
Now these high school hoopers, skip college for money
Since it ain't baseball, they try to call you damn
in my back yard
Had a shoe box full of baseball cards
And a couple of Evel Knievel scars
On my right arm
I was a kid when Elvis died
And my momma cried
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