Sidelines

[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

From the jump you could tell my attitude

Was way different than them dudes tryin' to rap at you

Cuz' 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

You should try the other side

Crazytown live, playing butterfly

Pit stained Ed Hardy shirts, yea them dudes don't like me

But it hardly hurts, I just go home rip another gnarly verse

Thinking about the pretty girl with the darling purse

When the thoughts get conjured they run the gamut

From how she looks naked to chilling in the mansion

Cuz' thats a lot to handle, we scramble

All around hampden like Cunningham, Randall

No throwback on, you like throwback songs

We karaoke with our vocal gone

Next boring 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

[Hook]

The hot season came back, so now we back on

You drop a lil' 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 so we plan for mai thais

Damn we am fly, easy to hate this

Jealousy is 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 in joy 'til we get there

Ohhing on a jet leer, not yet, but imaginations how we get there

Hech Yea, fist up, you can do your fist pump

I don't have time cuz' 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 cuz' my scooter doesn't fit

Can't coast no joke twenty seven different shifts

Working for a dick is just something I don't git

So I'm doin what I love and avoiding politics

Knowledge and a gift and a ride that doesn't shift

I could never be in a park I am flying o an 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 but thats 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 git down, shit can't phase me

Throw your fucking fist up, this is Black Paisley

And I'm done, I'm fuckin done

I am just off of it, I'm off of it