Lyrics:
Baseball Mashed Potatoes
I don't want to know what's next
But I've got to know what's next
But I've really got to know
Baseball Mashed Potatoes
I
motherfucking, face
Get the fuck out my motherfucking, face
Better get the fuck out my face with all that
Or get a broken beat down with a baseball bat
Fergs said
Tu es dure avec moi
Tu es encore plus dure
Qu'une balle de base-ball
Une balle de base-ball
Tu es dure avec moi
Tu vas de l'un à l'autre
Comme une
baseball caps
Love is wanting what you have
Love should be as simple as that
They said "stay awhile", I said "I thought I might and ask some burnin'
That's facts
Big blue bills in the bank, let's chat (let's chat)
I just hit a mill' like a baseball bat
I just bought a hundred thousand off
to know
"Do they still play the blues in Chicago
When baseball season rolls around?
When the snow melts away, do the Cubbies still play
In their
Hair slicked back
Baseball cap
Still cute in my open toes
Mini skirt
Feet don't hurt
Just a flirt
Too cute in my open toes
Work or play
Night
time you see me again gangsta'd up
Chilling wit my beanie again
Got many of friends in b ball, football
Baseball, the penetentianary, the graveyard
playin baseball
And they're never in a slump
I guess when they shoot up a crew, it's a grand slam
And when it's one, it's a home run
But I'ma be ready with
preachers
Being rich was her and a cheap six-pack
Yeah, the shine of a new summer, barefoot baseball with my brother
First-time freedom with the windows
to know
"Do they still play the blues in Chicago
When baseball season rolls around?
When the snow melts away, do the Cubbies still play
In their
and a truckers dream
in a baseball hat fit for a queen
A genuine, a different kind of fine
Cadillacs and caviar, well that ain't how she rolls
Implants and tummy
the lemonade, lemonade, lemonade?
Did you bring the baseball, baseball, baseball?
Did you bring the watermelon too?
On a picnic we will go
For it’s summertime,
Nebel fahre
Alles Teil der Geschichte
Wie die Baseballschlägеrjahre
Baseballschlägerjahrе, Baseballschlägerjahre
Baseballschlägerjahre (Baseball) ,
bedroom
Come to my bedroom
Come to my bedroom
Come to my bedroom
Yell as all to know
I will never let you go
Dread of my baseball
I will ask
gonna do about that
When the killer showin' up with a Gat
You gonna have to grab your ass a baseball bat
Remind this motherfucker where the home-runs
room for Jesus
Friday nights were lights and bleachers
Ridin' around 'cause gas was cheaper
Where we grew up
On country music
Baseball diamonds
caps (yeah)
You been on my head baseball caps
Love don't cost a thing, this is all facts (all facts)
This is all facts
This not what I'm used
yeah
In the air like a baseball bat (yeah yeah)
Bitch my pockets been on fat (yeah)
You ain't never been in no 'Lac (yeah)
Baby I been getting guap
Right
that falls as fast
As a body from the balcony, and
I want a kiss like my heart is hitting the ground
I'm holding my breath with a baseball bat
And Davey's just got out of his cell -
Where have you been this time?
Your lives are beyond the pale.
Walk the main drag, splayed.
See the blue baseball
Has been my rock, has been my Superman
My wild west pony, my very first friend
Baseball coach, taught me how to drive
How to love a good woman, how
Beat on the brat
Beat on the brat
Beat on the brat with a baseball bat
Oh yeah, oh yeah, uh-oh
Beat on the brat
Beat on the brat
Beat on the brat
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I be wearing all my hats, she be wearing all her hats, I be, I be, I be, wearing all my hats. From a baseball cap, to a beret, to a sun hat,
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