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on the phone
You were always a strange girl
Now you're looking for a home
Change the gum wall and the baseball
For a magic ring (looking for a home)
Change

Dodging the hate ole
No baseball but we got to slide just to be safe
She want all of me so I put it all in her face
That's facts
Nothing on my head

Baseball team
We'd play catch in the parking lot
And hope our ball didn't get lost
All the years went by so fast
I know they all haven't been a blast
All

I was talking to an old friend

As I drove past the baseball field the sights and sounds started to blend
I started thinking bout my baseball coach I

mind
If we used his name
I'd give up my Baseball cards
And you can have my set of Matchbox Cars
If I could only Call you Dad

From that day on I've

I been on my grind and I can't fall back
Money on my mind like a baseball hat
Little momma look good and she bad like that
Swear to tell the truth

I been on my grind and I can't fall back
Money on my mind like a baseball hat
Little momma look good and she bad like that
Swear to tell the truth

shit?
He killed her
Beat my shit with a baseball bat
That dick big like a baseball bat
Nigga like Babe Ruth, curve left, baseball bat

I'm living in the drawer, two back of the car like ayy
Get the baseball cap on my damn head
Trappin' in the shit like ima get poop
And i'm pooping in

concentrate for the juice
Okay let's knock this bitch out
Straight out the park like baseball
Playing the music like Stevie Wonder
Ion see haters I'm Ray

practice Olympics
Years around for several years
But Jim Thorpe was out there
Playing baseball. He didn't
Try at all for the Olympics
But Pop Warner got him

subliminals
 (Slow mo with the syllables)
I must think I’m Dave the way I’m smoking baseball bats
In the trunk there’s a spade and a baseball bat 
Throw

To make to the front line
Everybody was bigger than me
Everybody seemed better in all the struggles of my hometown

Sometimes I was a baseball player

To make to the front line
Everybody was bigger than me
Everybody seemed better in all the struggles of my hometown

Sometimes I was a baseball player

I'm just stupid,
small, baseball boy.
Everyday I have to do boring
work just like shit.
But someday I wanna be famous
baseball player like my dad.
My

of getting fat
Making friends with other rats
Avoiding bills and greedy cats
Angry men with baseball caps
Sucking up, welcome mats
Sleeping, cider vats

Polski baseball bez udziału piłek
Wie o tym każdy kto tu żyje
Kij baseballowy to narzędzie pracy
Ochroniarze złodzieje bandyci łajdacy

To dobry

I(3x)
I need that baseball money
I prolly got yo baby mama callin’ me honey
But when I do it big she can’t call me for nothing
I know I’m Superbad

Know you Like that way I do that that 
Yhall gonna have the chill with the chit chit chat 
Let the music hit you like a baseball bat 
Leave all that

autumn
Baseball jerseys like I'm standing at the mound
Know your woman well she call me to settle down
Petite caucasian she hit me when she in town
Hmm
She

gonna wear dad jeans
cnd a baseball cap
You're gonna go bald

You're gonna be a dad     
Well hey congratulations on that
Me I'll probly die alone
In

kind of country club
Is an open field and a baseball glove
Cold beer and good company
That’s my kind of high society
You can catch on any given night

me Mr. Lays
I don't play baseball
But I grew up brave
I ain't really a fan of working cause
I ain't no slave
I ain't tryna knock ya hustle but
It ain't

I don't like baseball
I don't like baseball
I don't like baseball
But I like you