[Verse 1]

'Nother day, 'nother hotel

The inside of it's nice though

Oh well, this is my life so

As I go try on clothes for tonight's show to

See how far that line goes

Still blows my mind, show

Business, guess I'll just never get, so this shit just

Always feels so weird to this day

Because all's I ever did was just say

The shit I would've wanted to hear

Other people say to me when I was a kid

So, please, don't make me some type of hero

'Cause I will say some more inspirational shit in a real way

But still will have a field day

With some of the fucked up shit in the world and

Tell it to suck on a dick, 'cause I still make fun of a sitch

Someone's in like a son of a bitch at another's expense, I'm fuckin' rele-

Ntless, it's fucked when it comes to this pen

I struggle with coming to senses, stuck on the fence

It's a balance beam, if I seem unbalanced, it's challenging

When my conscience allows me to think the most foulest childish things

Without even blinkin', without even thinkin' about

All the stinkin' amounts of people that seems to be reachin'

But the crowds, they're screaming

And The Palace sold out this evening

But now it's lay me down to sleep and

Is it really my soul to keep, or have I sold it cheap?

Is it greed? And do I take more than I need?

When I joke of leavin', but keep overachievin'

'Cause what it stole from me, I've barely broken even

[Hook: Luis Resto]

I know, it's a fine, fine line

Living in hope or dire need

I know, it's a fine, fine line

Living in hope or dire need

[Verse 2]

So a martyr is how I paint myself and through my harrowin' ordeals, I'm so vain

I want my respect, but ignore the butterfly effect that comes from my dialect

'Til 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 night mirror

And I don't like how I see myself, so I open the Bible to Isaiah, 'cause

I swear to Christ there are nights when I stay up and might

Say a prayer twice just to make sure God hears

'Cause this ice layer I skate on's a nice way of

Putting it but I like stayin' feistier than a trice-

Ratops and like a dice player

I got a nice paradise here, sealed off in my lair

Away from the bullshit, good safe place to sit and talk shit from

And this house, is quite big, but it ain't when you can't leave it and I feel so

Isolated, it's nice I made it, but it's like I paid the price of fame twice, I hate it

So I bitch about my life then make another song, vicious cycle ain't it?

Then I wonder why I stay famous, I keep walkin' the line, this goldfish bowl gets old

But especially when you don't know if your conscience is sayin' "I told you so"

'Cause you don't even know anymore

If you got the soul of a soldier, or you sold your soul

[Hook: Luis Resto]

I know, it's a fine, fine line

Living in hope or dire need

I know, it's a fine, fine line

Living in hope or dire need

[Bridge]

And from here, you look so small

Hovering high above us all

Please come back to me

[Verse 3]

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, I

Miss those times now

When I was just starting out without a dime and

Now I'm diamond

I can't even stage dive in the crowd anymore now and I've been

Stuck in this house hibernatin', hate even going outside, it

Sucks, sometimes I just wanna walk into Target and look at shit and browse

I don't even want to buy nothin', I just wanna fuckin' 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 Alzheimer's

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 a-

Ccepted me for me and, Pace, I love you too, you slept on my couch

And I've been thinkin' 'bout the time when I slept on the floor at The Outhouse

Rhyming's

All we ever wanted to do and regardless how life has turned out, inside I'll

I'll always be an outsider

My life has been turned inside out but I—

[Hook: Luis Resto]

I know, it's a fine, fine line

Living in hope or dire need

I know, it's a fine, fine line

Living in hope or dire need

[Outro]

But I keep walkin' the line...