Listen to Lines (feat. A$AP Rocky & Phantogram) by Big Boi

Lines (feat. A$AP Rocky & Phantogram)

Big Boi

Hip-Hop/Rap

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Boi
Big Boi
Performer
Chris Carmouche
Chris Carmouche
Programming
Phantogram
Phantogram
Musician
Kevin Kendrick
Kevin Kendrick
Piano
Josh Carter
Josh Carter
Guitar
Raymond Murray
Raymond Murray
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Carmouche
Chris Carmouche
Composer
Josh Carter
Josh Carter
Composer
Antwan Patton
Antwan Patton
Composer
Raymond Murray
Raymond Murray
Composer
Rico Wade
Rico Wade
Composer
Sarah Barthel
Sarah Barthel
Composer
Rakim Mayers
Rakim Mayers
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Organized Noize
Organized Noize
Producer
Chris Carmouche
Chris Carmouche
Recording Engineer
Phantogram
Phantogram
Producer
Gary Fly
Gary Fly
Recording Engineer
The Trinity
The Trinity
Mixing Engineer
Raymond Murray
Raymond Murray
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Now that's what I'm talking 'bout Year of the ASAP 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 niggas 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 talk boy) 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 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 talk boy)
Writer(s): Joshua Carter, Sarah Barthel, Christopher Carmouche, Ray Murray, Antwan Patton, Rico Wade, Rakim Mayers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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