Yeah
Some of you might sleep on this one
Ghoxt
I see ya
Dee S
Let's go

Mellow melodies for the melodramatic
Though you can't tell I'm ecstatic, in a season of transit, back in my niche
Riding this boom bap like we did back in 06
Fired pro tool up so you know we back in the mix

They tell me tone down religion talk, cause we God-proof
I'm like ah shoot, not to be obtuse
But… how do you know that what you gots true
With all this relativity the proclivity of the enemy is to rob you

Old-man rhymes grab your dictionaries
Grown-man vibes we some visionaries
They tell me do it for the culture
How the hell am I supposed to turn a blind eye to bright lines

My little girl got many questions
This stupid world just wants her guessing
I could be wrong but what I'm sensing
They just want her to keep her mouth shut about them bright lines

Yeah
Bright lines
Am I in my right mind?
Am I in my right mind?

Bright lines
Yeah
I know I write rhymes
But this here real talk

Hollow tips for that shallow script
You expect for me to follow it
Swallow that blue pill, dude chill
You couldn't fool me, heh
I seen the movie

Blades dressed in praise, aimed for the jugular
All for the W
Y'all up to something and I know what's up
That's why I be jumping off this double Dutch

Old-man rhymes grab your dictionaries
Grown-man vibes we some visionaries
They tell do it for the culture
How the hell am I supposed to turn a blind eye to bright lines

Bright lines
Yea they confine
I'm in my right mind
Let's get it

Used to ride passenger side in Jackson's Ford Taurus reciting choruses
Flipping through pages of a thesaurus
Show up to battles ready to handle
Anybody could get it
With these lyrics was packing unlimited ammo

Left practicing Catholics lighting candles
Had to expand though
That's why when I look back I only see my shadow
In pursuit of riches gotta keep a needle for the camel
Even if you pack the desert eagle in the lambo

Still a target
'pparently rappers are martyrs
Sacrificing life when they barter for the stardom
I sacrifice
Trying be like the Son of my Father
It's go home or go harder

I'm going harder 'til I go home beyond farther
In the meantime, in between time, in the seams
Dark shades for the beams allow me to see
It's gets deep
Looking out from thirty thousand feet

Old-man rhymes grab your dictionaries
Grown-man vibes we some visionaries
It's kingdom over culture
So how am I supposed to turn a blind eye to bright lines

Bright lines
Yea they confine
I'm in my right mind