From Nails to Thumbtacks by The Baseball Project Lyrics

Wrote my autobiography when I was 24
If I’d only known how much was still in store
’Cause I won it all with the Mets, age 23
And for the ’93 Phillies I could have been MVP

I lived in a mansion, I lived in a car
You gotta fly high to fall this far
You gotta fly high to fall this far
You gotta fly high to fall this far

I was the king of the car wash, the king of the quick lube
Now I’m the king of family and substances abused
From Nails to Thumbtacks that’s the way it goes
In the Players Club or the Game of Life, who knows?

I lived in a mansion, I lived in a car
You gotta fly high to fall this far
You gotta fly high to fall this far
You gotta fly high to fall this far

You gotta fly high to fall this far
You gotta fly high to fall this far
You gotta fly high to fall this far
‘Little Lenny, Little Lenny’, yeah, they said I was a runt
But I could change a game with a long ball or a bunt
When my comeback failed I started hustling even more
And I’ll be hustling still behind this prison door

I lived in a mansion, I lived to steal a car
You gotta fly high to fall this far
You gotta fly high to fall this far
You gotta fly high to fall this far

You gotta fly high to fall this far
You gotta fly high to fall this far
You gotta fly high to fall this far

You gotta fly high to fall this far
You gotta fly high to fall this far
You gotta fly high to fall this far