Lines Lyrics - Eyedea

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't...I couldn't be 

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) 

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 its all over ill probably feel like I missed somethin' 

The feel good music ain't as bad as the kiss was 

And its 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 magic addicts 

Practicin' maskin' skin graphs with pins and needles to fool the feeble masses 

So its no obstacle to rob the soul of its only assets 

Pay heavens border patrol to control the traffic 

The face the angels wear is cold but plastic 

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 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) 

I rock the kinda smile you only see in a casino 

On my way to my 

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 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 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)