Lines Lyrics - Vicious Lies & Dangerous Rumors [deluxe Edition] - Big Boi

Now that's what I'm talking 'bout 

DF to the A$AP Mob 

Lines - tell them read between it 

Tripping while I'm slipping, busy fighting off these demons 

Listen while I'm spitting boy, you probably won't believe it 

But life is so terrific, tell them pinch me if I'm dreaming 

Revenue's what I get get, your bitch is what I did hit 

And I'm bout my business, them pesos what I did get 

Made a hit, had a fix, they saying you's the shiznit 

Tell them get off my diznick, you bucketheaded bitches 

Crossing all the lines, time is only racing time 

He flippin to the bars so I'm only raising mine 

Depending on the grind is the only way to shine 

So I'm feeling like that odds is the only state of mind 

And it's finna give me peace, life up in these streets 

Equipped with a piece, case you niglets wanted beef 

Cause man gave us laws and God gave us time 

It's the art of storytelling and I'm only telling mine 

The lines we've crossed, the lines we crossed 

Have always been why I've lost 

It changes all the time 

Cause I've wondered how (I've wondered how) 

I'm happier when I lose what I've needed all my life 

(Talk that shit Boi) 

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Straight out of the belly of East Point, yea that's my origins 

Was born in West Savannah, Georgia then I was born again 

Like the baby in the manger 

I gave my life to Jésus because he could protect me from the dangers 

In the circle of angels, just to help me shine my halo 

Attended Sunday school but it felt like it was every day though 

I didn't have a suit or no fancy shoes, we went in our play clothes 

Received the word and it molded me like Play Doh 

We don't play though - we don't play though 

They say we get lower than an alligator's navel 

And when I say gator I mean that gator that match that sable, fur coat 

I wish that PETA would throw some blood off on my fur, folk 

Boy - ass whoopin' 

They out'chea eating flesh but wanna worry how I'm looking 

I stay simply fresh to death, Sir Luscious Left Foot, best foot forward 

You reap what you sow, and now it's showing