| Another day, another hotel, the inside of it’s nice though
|
| Oh well, this is my life so
|
| As I go and try to close for the nights show
|
| See how far that line goes
|
| Still blows my mind show
|
| Business I’ll never get some of this shit just always gives a weird
|
| To this day cause all I ever did
|
| Was just say the shit I’m the one that wanted to hear
|
| Other people say to me when I was a kid
|
| Son please don’t make me some type of hero
|
| Cause I will say some inspirational sh*t in a real way
|
| But will still have a field day with some of the
|
| Fucked up shit in the world and tell it to s*ck the d*ck
|
| Cause I still make fun of a situation
|
| Someone’s in like a son of a b*tch
|
| At another’s expense, I’m f*ckin' relentless
|
| As fuck when it comes to this pen
|
| I struggle with coming to my senses
|
| Stuck on the fence on a balance beam if I seem unbalanced
|
| It’s challenging but my conscience allows me to think
|
| The most foulish childish things without even blinking
|
| Without even thinkin' about, all the stinkin'
|
| Amounts of people that seem to be reachin' in the crowds
|
| I’m scream in the palace, sold out this evening
|
| But now it’s, maybe down to sleeping
|
| Is it really my soul to keep or
|
| Have I sold it cheap is it greed
|
| Do I take more than I need
|
| When I joke about leavin'
|
| But keep over achievin'
|
| Because what’s stolen from me barely broke even
|
| It’s a fine, fine line
|
| It’s a fine, fine line
|
| So I notice how I paint myself
|
| And through my hair when ordeals I’m so vain
|
| I want my respect but ignore the
|
| Butterfly effect that comes from my dialect
|
| Till I, sit in the dark and I reflect
|
| And my reflection shows what it’s like here
|
| Cause this vanity, surrounded by all these lights yeah
|
| It’s like a nightmare
|
| I said, this vanity surrounded by these lights is a nightmare
|
| And I don’t like how I see myself so I
|
| Open the Bible to Isaiah cause
|
| I swear to Christ there are nights where
|
| I stay up at night just to say a prayer twice
|
| Just to make sure God hears cause this ice layer
|
| Ice skate on tonights where
|
| Put in it but I like stands
|
| Feistier then a triceritops and like a dice player
|
| I got a nice pair of dice here
|
| Sealed off in my lair
|
| Away from the bullshit good safe place to sit and talk sh*t
|
| From this house it’s quite big, but it ain’t when you can’t leave it
|
| And I feel so isolated, nice I made it
|
| But it’s like I payed the price of fame twice I hate it
|
| So I b*tch about my life then make another song, it’s a cycle ain’t it
|
| Then I wonder why I’m still famous
|
| Keep walkin' the line
|
| This gold fish poke it’s old
|
| But especially when you don’t know
|
| If your conscience is sayin' I told you so
|
| You don’t even know anymore if you got the soul of a soldier
|
| Or if you sold your soul
|
| It’s a fine, fine line
|
| It’s a fine, fine line
|
| And from here you look so small
|
| Hovering high above us all
|
| Please come back, to me
|
| I still remember the times when
|
| They were simpler than the rhymes of
|
| Vanilla Ice were when I was just killin' the mics
|
| I’ll never forget what that feeling was like
|
| God, I miss those times now when I was just starting out
|
| Without a diamond, now I’m diamond
|
| I can’t even stage dive in the crowd anymore now when I’ve been
|
| Stuck in this house hibernate
|
| Hate even going outside it
|
| Sucks, sometimes I just wanna walk in Target and look at shit Browse
|
| I don’t even want to buy nothin'
|
| I just wanna f*ckin' walk around inside it
|
| Look how excited, I sound when I get to talkin' bout life and
|
| Everything about it I miss
|
| Which now reminds me
|
| Put a thousand lighters in the sky for the Outsidaz
|
| Wow, I must have had Alzheimers
|
| Long time since I shouted them out, bout time
|
| Cause it’s been on my mind lately how
|
| Zee you always supported me
|
| You vouched, I will never forget that and
|
| How you guys, accepted me for me and Pace
|
| I love you too, you slept on my couch
|
| And I been thinkin' bout the time I slept
|
| On the floor at the outhouse
|
| Rhyming is all we ever wanted to do
|
| And regardless how life has turned out
|
| Inside I’ll always be an outsider
|
| My life has been turned inside out but I
|
| It’s a fine, fine line
|
| It’s a fine, fine line |