Eyedea - Lines lyrics

[Intro] Shut your f**ing neck off, your f**ing neck face I'm a poor white trash can, Shut your f**ing face off I'm a poor white trash can sitting on a suburban lawn behind a sidewalk that stretches as far as I can see I believe in God, mailboxes, and capitalism But that's only cause if I didn't...I couldn't be [Hook] (X 2) LINES Read between 'em, color outside of 'em I go beyond the lines you let define you right No better table we got lots to draw Cause it's a thin line between a thick line and no line at all [Verse 1] When God cries, acrylic paint drips from his eyes He puts a rainbow in the sky for you and I both to openly despise I take in the last breath with the lips touchin' And when it's all over I'll probably feel like I missed somethin' The feel good music ain't as bad as the kiss was And it's nothin' to say I live under construction, obstructed, distracted Corrupted, directed abstracted. corrected conducted And laughed at by nothin' but fascist robotic plastic psychotic toys in the attic Crafted by bad actors turned narcotic addicts slash black magick adepts Practicin' maskin' skin graphs with pins and needles to fool the feeble ma**es So it's no obstacle to rob the soul of its only a**ets Pay heavens border patrol to control the traffic The face the angels wear is cold but cla**ic So with my foot on the gas the world's wishin' I crash Cause I turned the lines they built to hold me back into an infinite graph sip it and laugh [Hook] (X 2) LINES Read between 'em, color outside of 'em I go beyond the lines you let define you right No better table we got lots to draw Cause it's a thin line between a thick line and no line at all [Verse 2] I rock the kinda smile you only see in a casino On my way to my trial for k**ing the machines I'd die to put a lot of wear and tear on the regime But it ain't what it is cause it's barely what it seems Rhyming's in my blood so it's carried in the stream Nothing but a fairly poorly narrated scene I can't name all the therapists I've seen But I still have the little house on the prairie in my dreams The cream of the crop rise to the occasion There's more to hip hop than what you got in your basement Instead of condemning yourself for all the peace of mind your wastin' I'll draw the new blueprint you just take the time to trace it I'll draw the new blueprint you just take the time to trace it I'm pure bashin' ears in a non-linear fashion here Ask if we're out of line? You're God damn right I redefine the boundaries every time I touch the mic and spit my lines [Hook] LINES Read between 'em, color outside of 'em I go beyond the lines you let define you right No better table we got lots to draw Cause it's a thin line between a thick line and no line at all (x2) [Outro] I'm the reason that your girl thinks she's a quantum physicist, alright? Die