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tre hendrix - cages lyrics

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[verse 1: tre hendrix]
my first game yeah i struck out
cried in the dugout
coach said boy you better hush now
“yo tre, its your time to shine!”
next at-bat was a line drive down the line

next thing and i’m sprintin’
praying if it don’t work its gon be a long weekend
already rounding first and my feet hurt
sliding to second and you know i did it feet first

ball beat me so i’m out and i wanna pout
hearing all the boos from the crowd made me wanna shout
but something told me tre just keep pushing
next day hit the cages where i went looking

for a fastball, change up, curveball
“tre you won’t make it. tre, you suck!”
man i heard it all

gotta thank the cages ’cause they made me
special shoutout to the cages ’cause they paid me

[chorus: tre hendrix]
i be really in the game you just a bat boy
how you say you getting money when your pockets looking flat boy
fat boy weighing like 240lbs
sending shots your way i got 240 rounds

you werent with me in the cages
you weren’t with me in the back of the bus getting faded
all on me ’cause i made it
every hit i get, goes to those who always hated

[verse 2: erik woodz]
homerun, west haven, and hare park
grove city kid, full send like airdrop
no hesitation just reaction in the batter’s box
focus on the task, all the chatter stop

chop the tree toward the hips when you ?
loaded bases, clear them all. gotta get it done
in the middle of the order always cleaning up
fiend for the ribbys just can’t get enough

get up in the game, time to ball out
like vladimir guerrero, like mike trout
short like eckstein…
hustle for the wins, wish you better luck next time

utility like chone figgins
play any position, any day imma go get it
young player in a league of his own
its erik w-o-o-d-z and you know oh

[chorus: tre hendrix]
i be really in the game you just a bat boy
how you say you getting money when your pockets looking flat boy
fat boy weighing like 240lbs
sending shots your way i got 240 rounds

you werent with me in the cages
you weren’t with me in the back of the bus getting faded
all on me ’cause i made it
every hit i get, goes to those who always hated

- tre hendrix lyrics

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