Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sidelines, artist - Lecrae. Album song Church Clothes 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.01.2016
Record label: Reach
Song language: English
Sidelines |
| One thousand |
| Biz busy on the boards |
| I hear 'em cheering from the sidelines |
| Wait, hold up, I think they hatin' |
| People told me take my time, right? |
| Nah, they tired of waitin' |
| They say «Crae, you sold your soul, man» |
| For real? |
| Who bought it? |
| «Let the Spirit take control, man» |
| I don’t go nowhere without Him |
| They scared that I’ma cause these babies to stumble |
| They scared that my integrity is gon' crumble, appreciate the prayers |
| But all that pressure either gon' make you humble |
| Or make you hang out on the sidelines, and fear you gon' fumble |
| Put me in coach, ain’t out here flexin' for nobody |
| I was born to do it, God don’t make mistakes and say I’m sorry |
| He ain’t never dropped the ball |
| I don’t never plan to fumble |
| Catch me runnin' with them lions |
| Reggie Bushin' in the jungle |
| Came from nothin' |
| I remember spendin' summers on the corner with my cousin Shootin' dice and |
| playin' dozens |
| Me and BJ in that Cutlass, CD playin' missin' buttons |
| Up at Lincoln High in Dallas with that Jesus Muzik bumpin' |
| Now it’s Joseph graduation |
| Turn on that radio and T-Dot on the station |
| I remember when we used to split the rent up |
| UGK was bangin' loud inside his pickup |
| Wait, let me pick up |
| Back when promoters wouldn’t let me back in |
| 'Less I pay 'em on a back end, that ain’t happenin' |
| We just pray to God that somehow He would let us crack in |
| Tore that door off of them hinges |
| Told us, «Get it crackin'» |
| I hear them cheering from the sidelines |
| People told me take my time, right? |
| Hear 'em cheerin' from the sidelines |
| Hold up, I think they hatin' |
| People told me take my time, right? |
| They tired of waitin' |
| They braggin' they in the buildin' |
| Ain’t building nothin' |
| We out here building the children, you know I love 'em, boy |
| Spit it how I live, feel it in my breath |
| Walking it like I talk, put it to the test |
| Gina, get to steppin, we get to startin' |
| You dream of bein' a king but you watchin' the wrong Martin, Bruh Man |
| This ain’t the fifth floor, it’s the penthouse |
| Either you change your outlook or get out |
| And life ain’t never been a dream, you just oversleepin' |
| If it wasn’t hard work, they probably cheatin' |
| Give that arrogance some rest |
| This ain’t happen overnight, that’s why I do this thing to death |
| I might do this 'till I’m deaf, dumb and blind |
| You know I don’t need my eyes to see my faith working fine |
| Never mind me |
| I ain’t worried about how they define me |
| Long as they can find me they’ll never confine me |
| I hear them cheering from the sidelines |
| People tell me take my time, right? |
| I hear 'em cheering from the sidelines |
| Hold up, I think they hatin' |
| People tell me take my time, right? |
| They tired of waitin' |