| Know the boy D-Double do it all day
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| Get the messing with his tracks, no foreplay
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| Seems simple now but it wasn’t always
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| Used to sit up in the Pap High hallways
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| Teacher put me there saying that I talk to much
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| I thought I knew it all but I never knew much
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| I come to school late because my form room sucked
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| And we hang out by the canteen all through lunch
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| Young teen with a pac (men)tality
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| No dream I can make reality
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| All I care about is popularity
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| Trying to pass Jessica trying to get a touch
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| And a Mufti day try them with some new Chucks
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| Try them with some new Nikes or something
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| They didn’t give a fuck about assignments or nothing
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| Didn’t make music even though I loved it
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| Scared to try, high to shy get busted (?)
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| So I sit on the sideline
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| Despite in my time
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| If I could be in their shoes
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| The things that id do
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| But wishing won’t get you know where
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| Dont be scared to go there
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| If you sit in my wake
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| Do it the right way
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| (yeah ya)
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| No I wasn’t in the first fifteen
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| Wasn’t in the choir, Never learned to sing
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| Couldn’t play an instrument or pluck a string
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| Or the little rich kid whos dad bought him a car
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| A regular dude fading in to the background
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| Never took center stage, didn’t really stand out
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| I remember school TalentQuest
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| We would hang out see this other dude rap
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| Then he’d be the man around E block
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| For like the next two weeks, scoring all of the chicks
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| While these Diggas my mom bought, are falling to bits
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| And I’m off in detention, for ignoring Mr. Smitts
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| And this bitch mocked me in class for having big lips
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| It was a hard knock life for a kid
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| Till I realized that a life isn’t lived
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| If you’re worrying about what other people might think of it
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| Don’t sleep on this little boy’s raps because he might be a hit
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| Dont let it go by
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| There ain’t no reason known why
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| Youre waiting around
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| You could be a star
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| Just watch from a far
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| Just stop waiting around
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| School finished did a little bit of growing up
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| But it wasn’t like music was blowin' up
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| Shy as ever figured out I had to grow some nuts
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| And put my self out there, so they know whats up
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| And yeah I was pretty scared what they might say
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| They FENZ at it and say its bad in a nice way
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| Or I wasn’t doing it the right way
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| But there ain’t no right or wrong
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| Got one life to live and it ain’t that long
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| So you gotta stay strong, gotta stay on
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| Another day sittin', wishin is another day gone
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| Another day doing dishes, or just mowing up the lawn
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| Coludve been another day that another star was born
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| Dont be scared man
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| Dont worry too much about what people are going to say
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| Because at the end of the day
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| The only person who still thinks about that stuff is you
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| Ya know? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sideline , by - David Dallas. Song from the album The Rose Tint, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп