Sidelines

Lyrics

[Hook] I see you sitting on the sidelines You follow all the guidelines You wait your turn and follow rules, I live like I've got nine lives My strife is like what life is like: A battle just like Grind Time I say fuck all those timelines But you still watch my blindside [Verse 1] From the jump you could tell my attitude Was way different than them dudes tryna' rap at you 'Cause half them dudes would use the same platitudes Thinking this is gonna get the girl laughing soon Not true, homeboy, but I like the entertainment You threw so much money that I thought that it was raining And so did like 15 other guys Go try the other side Crazy Town, live, playing Butterfly Pit stained Ed Hardy shirts Yea them dudes don't like me, it hardly hurts I just go home, rip another gnarly verse Thinking about the pretty girl with the darling purse And when these thoughts get conjured, they run the gamut From how she looks naked, to chilling in the mansion 'Cause thats a lot to handle, we scramble All around Hampden: Cunningham, Randall No throwback on, you like throwback songs Karaoke with our vocab gone Next morning wake up, turned right back on Same clothes as last night, live life like poems And we still look good when we head to brunch No pomade, but my hair's standing up Walk into the restaurant getting stares and such But it's all good, let them suckas glare at us 'Cause they [Hook] I see you sitting on the sidelines You follow all the guidelines You wait your turn and follow rules, I live like I've got nine lives My strife is like what life is like: A battle just like Grind Time I say fuck all those timelines But you still watch my blindside [Verse 2] The hot season came back, so now we back on Drop a little hint about a track to rap on I hate suggestions, but you suggested A lot of stock in you so I'm quite invested You piqued my interests, my yields are sky high Thoughts of grandeur, we plan for mai thais Damn we are fly, easy to hate this Jealousy's tough, we don't speak that language But we go so hard with out thumbs up, dumb luck, no Taught ourselves how to get where we go And we goin' 'til we get there Oh-ing on a jet leer, not yet, but imagination's how we get there Fist up! You can do your fist pump I don't have time 'cause the grind gets a bit tough Go Jersey Shore, show you the door Drop shit you've never heard before Because I'm peddling my gift, ain't settling for shit Every week something new, and it's steadily legit Readily will peddle, 'cause my scooter doesn't fit Can't coast, no joke, twenty-seven different shifts Working for a dick is just something I don't get So I'm doin' what I love, and avoiding politics Knowledge and a gift, and a drive that doesn't shift I could never be in a park, I am flying on a whim Riding on a hymn, you can tie me to a sin I am cutthroat, Jesus couldn't help me if he lived Back and forth motion: I am fuckin til' I jizz I don't mean to be explicit: that's how it really is And I can't stop, this is all there is now If you like some other guy, go and rock his sound I can always get down, shit can't phase me Put your fucking fist up, this is Black Paisley [Outro] And I'm done, I'm fuckin' done I am just off of it, I'm off of it I'm off of it, I'm done I'm fuckin' off of it, you all of it Y'all all of it, y'all all commit U-u-u-u-u-ultimates No sittin' on the bench, fuck all that shit No sidelines, no sidelines No sidelines, no sidelines Not for me, not anymore Not for me, no not anymore Fuck the B-team, we're the A-team If you used to be on the B-team Now you can hop, up on the A-team Because you're fuckin'-fuckin'-fuckin'-fuckin' awesome [Auto-tuned Outro] Awesome, you are so awesome E-dubble.com Facebook.com/edubhiphop Twitter.com/edubble See you guys later