Baseline
Baseline feels like my home is where you was made
She so fine, she just suits me, like clubs and spades
Grateful, for her presence, couldn't be replaced
Think I’m thinking of coming to the net, pfft, no way

Baseline feels so comfy, I feel myself getting restlesss
I gotta stop hitting shots in the net, and be more aggressive
Get me an iced rolli, so I know what the time is
No more violating the time, time violation
No more fighting with umps, no need for master debation
Count it down toss it up, just try to think of somethin’
Like where you tryna hit the ball, where you aimin’
Don’t do nothin’, don't let the game play you, play the game
Servin’ and volleyin’ is for PUSSIES!!
You know what I’m sayin’
Hit it to my backhand again
I’mma run around it
Make this match mine, that’s the reason I train

Baseline feels like my home is where you was made
She so fine, she just suits me, like clubs and spades
Grateful, for her presence, couldn't be replaced
Think I’m thinking of coming to the net, pfft, no way
Tennis is a lot like fashion, lotta different styles
I could try to hit it past ‘em, or be runnin’ for miles
And sometimes, I gotta switch it up
Trade in the Crocs for spliffs, so I could, lace ‘em up
Maybe then I’d win a slam, been a while since I’ve been, at the top
She said she gimme top, I told go fetch this drop shot
She said she like the migos, I told cooking up dope in the crock pot
Is their only good song, hon, but if you in this for the long run
Check out my music, suck on my dick
I’mma pop off real quick, just give it a minute

Baseline feels like my home is where you was made
She so fine, she just suits me, like clubs and spades
Grateful, for her presence, couldn't be replaced
Think I’m thinking of coming to the net, pfft, no way
Baseline feels like my home is where you was made
She so fine, she just suits me, like clubs and spades
Grateful, for her presence, couldn't be replaced
Think I’m thinking of coming to the net, pfft, no way