i see you sittin' 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
from the jump you could tell my attitude was way different than them dudes tryna rap at you cuz' half them dudes would use the same platitudes thinkin' 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, yeah them' dudes don't like me but it hardly hurts, i just go home rip another gnarly verse think about the pretty girl with the darling purse and when the thoughts get conjured they run the gammet from how she looks naked to chillin' in the mansion cuz' that's alot to handle, we scramble all around hampden like cunningham, randall but no throwback on, you like throwback songs we 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 n' such but its all good let them suckas glare at us cuz we'
i see you sittin' 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
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 alot of stock in you so i'm quite invested you piqued my interest, 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 our thumbs up, dumb luck, no taught ourselves how to get where we go and we going till' we get there ohhing 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 cuz' the grind gets a bit tough go jersey shore, show you the door drop shit you never heard before because' I'm peddlin' my gift, ain't settlin for shit every week somethin' new and its 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 doing what i love and avoiding politics knowledge and a gift and a drive that doesn 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 fuckin' till I jizz I don't mean to be explicit but 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 git down, shit can't phase me put your fuckin' fist up this is black paisleyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
