TENNISING
(Basic by RAZ-PRO)
leave your shoes at the back door, im sneakin in the past
I was a high class michigander tennis team champ
A country club racquet team private practice year round machine
nobody could surpass my talents, wins, beastly swing
Sassy me thinking about the summer club moaning lessons
When that that damn ball hit the jags and the Benzes next to the fence
where games end fast cause of that champion named
Amanda Hamlin she has got that back hand branding
foreheads of boyfriends cause she's known to be a spaz
play on grass, asphalt, clay, indoors or out-of-smash
punches as your ass cause opponents spinning fast
the secret the sacred game of tennis, pong, or catch
is short spurts with much curve will make shots extra nasty
aggressively expressing what your strain and swerve been guessing
what combustion what excessive force can come to life minus the cussing
cause you're struggling straight blaming busting assaulting the ball
and your muscles comes troubling, flexing tight profile stance
before the crying wailing tears as I crush the gravel
torque slice strike that tennis ball with love MPH who the hell know
s but the grunt the grip the tennis shoe almost trip,
when Amanda hit the ball it was like she was the let -
the shockingsmiith kind of assist backs you way
boomerang igniter sign said A O K but this is AMA N D A it MDMA ending?
nay, not this chick strangling this handle bold looking for the rows
of strings the bing the ping the Pringles sound the crunch
from tight plastic strands so tight misadjusted makes a fuss
kind of rusty or just a cluster fuck on call yellow bird of fuzzy dust,
the trusty stunts mean musty and massive static if I’m not on till lunch
watch out TEN ZIP SIX OH SIX OH Moms think I’m a bitch
when I play thier kid doncha know, wanting me to give in
but I’ll give in time cause my tits need a bit of rest and some air
and I release the bend in my back and knees cause ill let the trees distract me
from the rubber felt thing fleeing free for a game or three
but I’m always back for victory I fly through finals in no time
modestly refined fore I’m a player not a fighter only enemy gravity
and yester-me shins calf’s core and arms, you see I’m a lifer
with charm in thie peice OH CC bred clean forever
US Dream a meme please PLAY ME !!!!
shoes at the back door track it back to the west representing the oak-land mass sass never surpassed even with a tennis racket jam spring sing when a blast that damn ball and hit the jags and the Benzes next to the fence where games end fast cause of that champion named Amanda Hamlin she has got that back hand branding foreheads of boyfriends cause she's known to be a spaz play on grass, asphalt, clay, indoors or out-of-smash punches as your ass cause opponents spinning fast the secret the sacred game of tennis, pong, or catch is short spurts with much curve will make shots extra nasty aggressively expressing what your strain and swerve been guessing what combustion what excessive force can come to life minus the cussing cause you're struggling straight blaming busting assaulting the ball and your muscles comes troubling, flexing tight profile stance before the crying wailing tears as I crush the gravel torque slice strike that tennis ball with love MPH who the hell knows but the grunt the grip the tennis shoe almost trip, when Amanda hit the ball it was like she was the let - the shockingsmiith kind of assist backs you way boomerang igniter sign said A O K but this is AMA N D A it MDMA ending? nay, not this chick strangling this handle bold looking for the rows of strings the bing the ping the Pringles sound the crunch from tight plastic strands so tight misadjusted makes a fuss kind of rusty or just a cluster fuck on call yellow bird of fuzzy dust, the trusty stunts mean musty and massive static if I’m not on till lunch watch out TEN ZIP SIX OH SIX OH Moms thing I’m a bitch doncha know, wanting me to give in but I’ll give is my tits a bit of rest and some air and I release the bend in my back and knees cause ill let the trees distract me from the rubber felt thing fleeing free for a game or three but I’m always back for victory I fly through finals in no time modestly refined fore I’m a player not a fighter only enemy gravity and yester-me shins calf’s core and arms, you see I’m a lifer with charm in thie peice OH CC bred clean forever US Dream a meme
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