Eyedea - Lines lyrics

Shut your fucking neck off
Your fucking neck face
I'm a poor white trash can
Shut your fucking 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'ti couldn't be

LINES read between 'em, color outside of 'em
I go beyond the lines you let define you
Line up at the table we gots lot to draw
Cause it's a thin line between a thick
Line and no line at all

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 masses
So, it's no obstacle to rob the
Soul of it's only assets
Pay heavens border patrol to
Control the traffic
The face the angels wear is cold but classic
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

LINES read between 'em, color outside of 'em
I go beyond the lines you let define you
Line up at the table we gots lot to draw
Cause it's a thin line between a thick
Line and no line at all

I rock the kinda smile you
Only see in a casino on my way to my trial
For killing 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

LINES read between 'em, color outside of 'em
I go beyond the lines you let define you
Line up at the table we gots lot to draw
Cause it's a thin line between a thick
Line and no line at all

I'm the reason that your girl
Thinks she's a quantum physicist, alright?

Die