• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Baseball - Avias
• Baseball - Michael Franks
• Baseball - Ozma
• Baseball - Bobby & The Tiger
• Baseball - Sam Baker
• Baseball - Jilliane

you never been this way no no
intro:
ah ah ah im laughing cause these niggaz all game and no bars or should i
say balls ha ha ha
aye where my real niggaz that want to hear some real rhymes at?
so yall want play baseball huh...aight , lets go
im bout to run
verse1:
k i just landed first base imagine when i take it home
wanna be an ass my foot the air georgia dome
everybody in lakeland rapping cash, cars and clothes
i tried that route it wasnt for me cause they rookie no pros
they all feel intimidation, cause i took 2nd base and, all careers should
be erased then,
like a gator, body, lake and, when i rap this is i aint faking, better yet
i feel like making
a hott track, yall niggaz aching, but im bringing home the bacon
"STRIKE ONE"
all i know is i aint sweating it cause destined to win
like the length that made her famous natalie nunns chin
im willy wonka niggaz want my gold say "lend me your hen"
i would give these niggaz pointers but um none of ya friends
some call me avias but you can call me the greatest
making music thats so blazing many call it the latest
all you wanna be rappers think its time that i switch ya
cause yall might be running things but guess what im the pitcher
dont nobody wanna hear that 50's music crap"
verse2:
another strike just aint an option so i hit a grand slam
got all these thugs attention now music, car, speakers, bam
yo dawg my lyrics so sick think they need a vet
i dont worry bout promotion they like wireless internet
niggaz be want-ing me to fall but my head stay to the sky
record companys calling my music one syllable "buy"
i make music, yall try, the crowds they choose it, yall why
im bout to land on third base hit a homerun, goodbye
here we go again, dodging, dodging, dodging to win
yall niggas are whack, throw ya lyrics up in the air swang a bat
who is the next batter, as long as i am in the game dont none of it matter
flow so fast i be riding, come through you bases to the home run yo um
sliding
never been this way no no (2x's)
verse3:
niggaz be up on that pie crap, they better tighting up
better shine, make me blind, niggaz better lighting up
cause im coming while they sleeping yo my career morphing
im bout to show em the true me you can call me the orphan
im bout to make crowds buzz like an electric chair
everytime i drop a song, they hair rise and stop and stare
they be talking stupid junk then they think that they ripped
uh uh, heck nawl, i call it tales from the crypt
When my feet hit stage gone and crown me king
aint worried bout the cash i am the value chi ching
i get my fanz a nice selections like menu's at fu lings
then i invite to my venues hit the stage looking clean
hataz come a dime a dozen so block them out
showing love, fans supporting is what im all about
why did avias have to rap, cause it was a drought
of real rappers, nice rhymes, coming out of mouths
863 polk county all day everyday

Ev'ryone sings, "Home of the brave
And land of the free"
You've had twenty wins and one save,
Now you're up against me
How can I keep control of my nerves?
The way you wind-up
When you throw me those curves?
I hear him yell, "strike",
And it's a good call
It's so hard to keep my eyes on the ball
On thebaseball
Love is just like baseball
All it is is baseball
Love is just like baseball
You have played with me like a pawn
For most of the night
How'd you get your uniform on
So perfectly tight?
You strike me out twice
i singled but died
Then you made me pop up
By sneakin' inside
i'm gonna change that sneer to respect
Make your eyes open wide
When you feel connect to the baseball
On thebaseball
Love is just like baseball
All it is is baseball
Love is just like baseball
Here i am behind in the night
The count 's 3 and 2
End the game like Beethoven's NINTH
Is what I must do
So now that we're here
Alone in the dark
I'm gonna send this
Right out of the park
If I was you i'd leave it alone
'Cause I'm tearin' round third
Slidin' towards home
Tearin' round third
Slidin' towards home
On thebaseball
Love is just like baseball
All it is is baseball

When i feel the morning grass i let down my guard
Because love comes from the dirt in my own backyard
Everytime i think i've finished being young
I catch myself having fun
But the moment passes as the sun moves on
So i turn myself back to you
On a diamond in the rough i spent my better years
I still see her in the crowd with diamonds in her ears
And it's depressing that i can't forget the tune the organist played
La da da da da da da, la da da da da da da...
Everytime i think i've finished being young
I catch myself having fun
But the moment passes as the son moves on
So i turn myself back to you
Is our season over?
No four leaf clover
I feel it's getting colder now that it's late fall
Can you still remember april to november?
You and i were members of the best team in baseball
So we play our games
I've got a girlfriend
You've found a new guy but it's not the same
And so i drive straight up i-5

The lights are off and no one's home
I can't wait to dance alone
Turn up the music, kick up the jams
A night at home without the fam
Shut the blinds so no one sees
Me dancin alone, I'm feelin so freaky
Kick up my feet and throw up my hands
Hot damn!
Chorus
Let's dance like we're young
And let's sing till we got nothin left to be sung x2
Whoa oh oh....
Well I'm goin out on a limb
Even though my chances are very slim
So won't you give me some happy news
Cuz I really really want to kick off my shoes
But I know that there's a price to pay
But I don't care I'm gonna do it anyway
Cuz life's too short to dance alone
So Won't you help me cuz I can't do it all on my own
Chorus
Whoa oh oh....
Chorus x2

There are soldiers they're in the way of harm
A girl holds a baby in a blanket it her arms
A man with a flag he leaves for work
A woman pulls a thread from the hem of her skirt
Another Saturday comes and goes
It's another south wind it comes and blows
Another baseball field
Another popfly
Another bunch of boys and another blue sky
Boys laugh, boys play
There's a kid at bat and there's a kid on first
There's a mother in the stands she's dying of thirst
A father brings a coke
There's a swing, there's a miss
There's father brings a coke
And a father gets kiss
Another Saturday comes and goes
It's another south wind comes and blows
Another baseball field
Another popfly
Another bunch of boys
Another blue sky
Boys laugh, boys play
Another baseball field and another popfly
There's another bunch of boys another blue sky
Boys laugh, boys play
Ah soldiers they're in the way of harm
A girl holds a baby in a blanket in her arms
There's A man holds a flag, he leaves for work
A woman pulls a thread from the hem of her skirt
Another Saturday comes and goes
It's another south wind it comes and blows
Another baseball field
And another popfly
Another bunch of boys
And another blue sky
Boys laugh, boys play
Boys laugh, boys play
There are soldiers they're in the way of harm, hmm,

Well I've been with a boy who wears bracelets
And I've been with a boy with blue hair
And I've been with a boy who likes baseball
But none of those boys went anywhere
Yeah none of those boys went anywhere
And I've been with a guy who liked the greatfull dead
And I've been with a guy who smokes grass
And I've been with a guy who likes Gay Bars
But all of those guys soon enough passed
Yeah all of those guys soon enough passed
(Whistling)
And I've been with a man who liked ménage trios
And I've been with a man who liked Monster trucks
And I've been with a man who liked masturbation
But he liked masturbation too much