[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

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