Sidelines (Acapella)

[Hook]
I see you sitting on the sidelines
You follow all the guidelines
You wait your turn and follow rules, I live like I 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 fifteen other guys
Go try the other side
Crazy Town, live, playing Butterfly
Pit stained Ed Hardy shirts
Yeah 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 suckers 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 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 to go
And we going till we get there
Oh-ing on a jet leer, not yet, but imagination's how we get there
Heck yeah, 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 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 doing what I love, and avoiding politics
Knowledge and a gift, and a drive that doesn't shift
I could never be in 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 fucking till I jizz
I don't mean to be explicit, that is 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 fucking done
I am just off of it, I'm off of it
I'm off of it, I'm done
I'm fucking off of it, you all of it
Y'all all of it, y'all all commit
Ultimates
No sitting 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 fucking-fucking-fucking-fucking awesome
Awesome, you are so awesome