Sidelines

I was on the field on a Friday night Third-string, had to swallow my pride I got thrown in on the fourth and five Just so they could take a knee Oh, I was only thinkin' 'bout my six-string I remember coach tryna break us down Two-a-days had us passin' out This week we gotta play away Home team just came from state Lost by six, that's the worst way Damn, bus ride back had a sour taste Had a revelation 'bout where I wanna be I was drained of patience and my energy Just to find out I played the wrong game I was thinkin' 'bout my six-string Heat wave, ain't ever takin' breaks Oh, we would find shade in the cemetery Drove a couple hours to the Angel Oak Heavy conversation with a little smoke Mama's cookin' up cornmeal grains Daddy's yellin' at the football game I was upstairs tryna make a name I was upstairs with my six-string