She's out of Line

Recently I've been looking for my sister She hasn't come around well I guess I miss her Because every time I visit she's someone new We used to be a team Yeah, we used to be a crew See, she was a Sophmore and she hit me up Heard my rhymes at Stanford and looked me up I was 22 I was still a kid She was coming up on tracks we did We were creative partners Well there you go I made - I booked her hella shows I got her a publicist that she fired And found her two managers that she both fired We used to chill and workshop demos Now I feel lucky if homegirl gets my memos We both should be glad it was such a great year But she's staring at her watch while she's talking in my ear She's out of line, every now and then She's wasting my time, time and time again She says I'm more than just a friend She's out of line, every now and then We did so much with nothing at all We were so DIY we were having a ball We toured in a van, wrote rhymes in your basement So unpretentious - Your Indie Rock samples and fixed gear bikes A Brooklyn Hipster uniform and wireless mics We've got your riding first class with bandwagon yes men Although it's just a game when they act like they're best friends Finally it's your time to sign, on the line, that's fine But hold up Why do I never hear from you when you come to town? The guest list is full, I guess I'm not down But when someone in your crew blows up You've gotta give props and you've gotta show love - I feel like she's gone even when she's here Playing with her phone as she's talking in my ear She's out of line, every now and then She's wasting my time, time and time again She says I'm more than just a friend She's out of line, every now and then