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Sidelines
West Coast Rap
Sidelines κυκλοφόρησε στις 31 Μαΐου 2026 από Mandate Split Music ως μέρος του άλμπουμ Sidelines - Single
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ΆλμπουμSidelines - Single
Ημερομηνία κυκλοφορίας31 Μαΐου 2026
ΕτικέταMandate Split Music
ΓλώσσαEnglish
Μελωδικότητα
Ακουστικότητα
Βαλάνς
Χορευτικότητα
Ενέργεια
BPM87

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bossolo
Bossolo
Performer
Timothy Timmons
Timothy Timmons
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timothy Timmons
Timothy Timmons
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steven White
Steven White
Producer

Στίχοι

Don't be your pigeon on the sidelines
I see you watching from the sidelines
Don't be your pigeon on the sidelines
I see you looking from the sidelines
Who can I trust? They rushing in like the NFL
Tryna make it out this neighborhood, got a story to tell
When I was broke and homeless, they was wishing that I'd fail
Like Monopoly, I was just visiting jail
Collecting salary, scoring points casually
Friends turned foes in the fast lane passing me
Puppets get praised for they language and they blasphemy
Now they steady asking me questions, attacking me
Gotta make it out this neighborhood by any means now
Nobody cheering from the stand for me, so what now?
No pompoms, no live streams
Gotta motivate myself and follow my dreams
Now they watching me, seeing that I'm coming up
Now they wanna hype the boss, sign me and set me up
Sign and said, "Do this," these cocksuckers ludicrous
They wanna slip a Mickey in my drink and have me throw up
Don't be your pigeon on the sidelines
I see you watching from the sidelines
Don't be your pigeon on the sidelines
I see you watching from the sidelines
I made it out the hood like I supposed to
Scoring points like the Super Bowl, I'm close to
My teammates that don't scheme
They motivate, uplift, don't shatter my dreams
They don't throw hard stones or pebbles
Bad to the bone, hitting, running over devils
Follow me now into this pit or this dark hole
Self-motivated in the struggle, feeling so bold
Weave through the crowd only to make myself proud
They cheering for me now, screaming real loud
Try to set me up and put me in the pen
Treating me foul, didn't even give my records spins
Now I'm running through these cock blockers that tried to stop me
Hit 'em, kept going when they tried to block me
They tried to get rid of me, they tried to blackball me
I faked 'em out, touchdown, now they wanna call me
Don't be your pigeon on the sidelines
I see you watching from the sidelines
Don't be your pigeon on the sidelines
I see you watching from the sidelines
They in disguise, running with they happy face mask on
With bad intentions, hoping I get mad and snap
Get my blast on, see through them like transparent glass
Like Task Force breaking in, I bet I won't crack
Like a shattered windshield, can't break my dreams
Ghetto celebrity, hood famous, doing my thing
No Jim Crow pay, so I got it made
Without the devil's assistance, never drinking the Kool-Aid
Not digging for the pot of gold, feeling real bold
Reject your record deal, never sell my soul
See me rapping, hands clapping on this yellow brick road
They want a piece of the pie when I blow up and explode
See them sitting on the bleachers, cheering on the sidelines
Happy-go-lucky, hating my guts when I was on the grind
Smiling in my face, looking so lovely
Behind my back frowning, looking so ugly
Don't be your pigeon on the sidelines
I see you watching from the sidelines
Don't be your pigeon on the sidelines
I see you looking from the sidelines
Pigeon on the sidelines
Looking from the sidelines
Looking from the sidelines
Written by: Timothy Timmons
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