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"There’s 3 balls and a strike. Here's the pitch. It's belted deep to center, Revere goes back, jumps at the wall, and it's gone!"Isn't it amazing how you talk all this shit and we still lack communicationHow beautiful our kids would be, girl, I don't need convincingHow every conversation starts with "this time will be different"Oh, the idea is fun, oh, the idea is funOh, the idea is so fun every timeAt least we try for home run every timeSwanging, eyes closed just swangingSame city, same friends if you're looking for meSame city, same friends if you're lookingI'll be here just swangingDon't talk to me like I'm famousAnd don't assume cause I don't respect assumptions babeI'm just tryna connect with somethin' babeYeah, swangingShe just wanna run around the city and make memoriesThat she can barely rememberAnd I'd allow her, talk about pussy powerShe just wanna run over my feelingsLike she drinking and driving in an 18 wheelerLetras de cancionesAnd I'd allow her, talk about pussy powerShe used to say: "You can be whoever you want, even yourself"Yeah, I show up knowin' exactly who I was and never leave as myselfBut when it falls apart, I'm always still downTo pick a million tiny little pieces off the groundWish you would learn to love people and use thingsAnd not the other way aroundSwanging, eyes closed just swangingSame city, same friends if you're looking for meSame city, same friends if you're lookingI'll be here just swangingDon't talk to me like I'm famousAnd don't assume cause I don't respect assumptions babeI'm just tryna connect with somethin' babeYeah, swangingI remember when my schedule was as flexible as she isShe call and tell me be here before the sun upI be dressed before we hung upI take Eglinton to 401 eastAnd exit at Markham road in the east endWhere all the pretty girls are sleepingMy license been expired I renew it after the weekendFuck I know I said that shit the last 7 weekendsGirl I guess procrastination is my weaknessI hate stoppin' for gas this lateCause there's niggas creepin and not like how we're creepin'Summer is comin' know you could feel it20 on pump whatever I ain't got enough to fill itWon't knock on your doorMy uncle say, "You drive my whip like it's yours"I got the pedal to the floorI'm on my motherfuckin' way swangin'Don't fall asleep on me, hang in thereI'll be there just swangin'I'll be there just swangin'I treat you good girl like you're famousI know I'm late it's always the same shitBut don't fall asleep on me, hang in thereI'm on the road right now swangin, girl From Letras Mania