Artist: E-Dubble Album: Written Thursday Song: Sidelines Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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