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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
to reach the local YMCA, where he was receiving fahjahly advice from Father Bill in the midst of an uncomfortably religious bout of racquetball. The man in
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
for showing basketball and racquetball Plus you showed me tennis and golf Envelopes of Hanukkah Gelt fresh printed stacks Thank you for being the best
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
and the Racquetball club Plugged with Gucci promotion so we got in free Against the wall me and my guys formed a colony, Ron'll be beating Saved my day, dancing
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
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,
a few times I needed your support But you tried to play me like an indoor sport Like racquetball, tennis, pool, whatever All I know is you attempted
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Sports Sports Basketball, racquetball, pickle ball, sports Baseball, football, volleyball, sports Soccer, rugby, cricket, overseas If you're
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
a racquetball... Back and forth in your mind with infinite walls. But I've been waiting too long For you to try to figure it out on your own... While you're out
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
Older brother used to dog me from the racquetball courts Going back and forth keeping track of the score But she passed the test when I closed her
come down for coffee one morning. His nipples were holding up his pajamas. He plays racquetball. He knows I got him one of those half cut workout shirt.
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