by your side
Saborian & The Los Lyrics
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Was a taddle teller
Pulled up with my side chick
To the bank teller
Hoping she won't tell her
Dreams I had to sell her
So I brought bars
Just like your cellular - phone
Lately
Home don't feel like home
I'm outchea getting dough
You think I'm outchea getting hoes
And ever since then
I started loosing X&O's
No February 14th
Cross that off the calendar
You couldn't picture this
No Camera, trips to Canada
We got lost
You know it's legal out here
Hitting Dabs like McNab
You know I'm a Eagle out here
Flow on point
Freestyling needles round here
Bars straight dope
These shits Illegal for your ears
In "By Your Side," Saborian And The Los sings about one of the things the artist strongly dislikes - being a tattletale. The first stanza describes how the artist brought his side chick to the bank teller, hoping that the teller won't inform his girlfriend about the transaction. The second stanza highlights how the artist feels about his current situation, where his home doesn't feel like home anymore. He clarifies that instead of chasing girls, he is busy making money. However, his actions have caused a strain in his relationship, and he has started losing hugs and kisses. The last stanza is about the artist living life on his terms, not caring about Valentine's day or taking trips to Canada. The artist emphasizes his unconventional lifestyle, where he hits dabs and freestyles without a care in the world. The bars are so good that they are illegal for your ears.
Line by Line Meaning
One thing I always hated
I have always despised people who cannot keep their mouths shut
Was a tattle teller
These are the folks who cannot resist telling other people's secrets.
Pulled up with my side chick
I arrived with my mistress
To the bank teller
We stopped at the bank
Hoping she won't tell her
I pray that she keeps our affair secret from my wife
Dreams I had to sell her
I have to sell drugs to make a living
So I brought bars
I have brought my rap bars
Just like your cellular-phone
My rap bars are everywhere and as constant as a mobile phone
Lately
Recently
Home don't feel like home
My house no longer feels like my home
I'm outchea getting dough
I am out here making money
You think I'm outchea getting hoes
You believe I am here chasing women
And ever since then
Since then
I started losing X&O's
I began to lose my kisses and hugs
No February 14th
We won't celebrate Valentine's Day
Cross that off the calendar
We won't mark that occasion on the calendar
You couldn't picture this
This will be tough to imagine
No Camera, trips to Canada
We won't be taking any trips to Canada, and we won't take any pictures while we're at it
We got lost
We got lost in the moment
You know it's legal out here
You know we can do this legally
Hitting Dabs like McNab
We are smoking marijuana dabs like Donovon McNabb
You know I'm a Eagle out here
I am like an eagle who is soaring out here
Flow on point
My rap flow is on point
Freestyling needles round here
I am freestyling with accuracy
Bars straight dope
My rap bars are fresh and great
These shits Illegal for your ears
These bars are great, they are not meant for everyone.
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Cesar Soto Jr.
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