The Baseball Project - Stuff

I've got somethin' up my sleeve
I've got stuff where you wouldn't believe
From the bill of my cap to the tongue of my shoe
My third baseman knows what to do
He's got stuff
Too.

Give my curveball that extra bite
Make my sinker slide out of sight
I cut my fastball like old Mike Scott
You know I'm good you just don't know what I got
I got stuff
Stuff

I don't use it on every pitch you never know, it depends on the situation
When I'm out there and things get rough, I might reach back for a little more STUFF

Now Gaylord Perry he liked to spit on the ball
The trainer keeps mine in a box down the hall
Just like Brylcreem a little dab will do ya, I use that L.A. Look to try and fool ya
Ol' Michael Pineda, you know he couldn't pitch clean
Instead of pine tar he should have used Vaseline.
That's the stuff.
That clear stuff

Written by:
MICHAEL E. MILLS

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