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Hedley (Hedley) · Hedley (Hedley) · Hedley [Enhanced] (Hedley) · Hedley [Bonus Tracks] (Hedley) · Lines & Color (Kissing Book) · Wonderworld: 10 Years of "Painting Outside the Lines" Mix!: Endangered Species * Sun Pe (Quantic) · Waiting Outside the Lines (Greyson Chance) · Outside the Lines (Cory Morrow) · Waiting Outside the Lines (Greyson Chance) · Waiting Outside the Lines (Greyson Chance) – and 90 other albums »


More staring at the stars,
More colors outside the lines,
More undivided time,
More everything, in all the ways, and more

More everything in every
Sleep walk this earth, never lead just follow 
Fall into ruts and every day routine 
Our comfort zones, our safety blanket 
Color outside
Bankrupt L.A.'s streetcar line
So people pay more to drive
Plant strategic freeways
To divide neighborhoods by color lines 

We'd rather pay for riot
The world was just the world of pollen air
I wandered 'round and 'round the busy square
I turned and floated gently upside down
And one by one
colors changed by storm,
Yet somehow they're keeping me warm,

[Chorus]
And I feel the peace as I look through my window,
I feel a hope as I turn
How can there be trouble in this world? 
With the color in these hills, the blue October sky, 
this little road that winds along the river. 
Dusty
the wind outside it howls and blows
I'll let em dry by a cozy fire, and warm my soaked and wrinkled toes

[Chorus]

These are shoes that like to travel,
collar, and the color isn't mine
White lines on the dresser, and you even drank my wine
Babe your face is flushed
It's more than just a hunch
Tell me
For the groove
And them bomb beats
To make me move

Color of dead
Looks like the future is history

Why you dissin' me
ain't no mystery
And them bomb beats
To make me move

Color of dead
Looks like the future is history

Why you dissin me
Ain't no mystery

On the outside peekin in
End of your
I see your red door and I want to paint it black
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
off Malik Shabazz
Fuck what they teach in class I'ma reach the mass
Strap up, no back up, it's jungle tactics
Livin' practice, out of line niggas get
turns

And when I stay too long, I went outside and stared
Arms outstretched and long, moved straight across the sky 
(in and out of focus, in and out
straight
I had nothing to show you but I had somewhere to go
So I walked outside, on down the line
And I lay my body down, can't get my feet back
to keep coloring outside the lines
Until they lose they limitations and they minds is free
Tell them teachers that you want your money back this time
by.
And by passing, the words of the horn player's blasting song,
Sang, sing-song melodies of modern-day choir themes.
Themes for schemes of dreams
Hooked by a line or by a crabby pot drop
If it gets too heavy trim a little jetsam off the top

Please don't tap on the glass, water augments that tap
segregated 'em back from where they came

Neighborhoods splits up by highways lined
Dividing different races by color lines
Old mayor Daley put 'em there in
the dog with the camp
Not Old Yeller, a pitbull and dog is the champ
You know better, think about crossin' the line
Hit your sweater, with about ten from
flame throwers
I reflect light, bounce off walls and wreck mics
Disconnect your windpipe by cuttin your neck with a knife
Rip through, everything from
dreaming under the missing person wallpaper in federal waiting rooms;
And in the paper-cut windstorm outside,
The faxed and photocopied faces of a twice
feels so good to be back

I scrutinize every word, memorize every line
I spit it once, refuel  re-energize and rewind
I give sight to the blind, my
the twirl 

Spit facts  spit on whacks my whole lifetime 

Spit on my watch  make the ice shine 

Spit trife lines  .44 spit slugs out 

Ready to thug
good to be back

I scrutinize every word, memorize every line
I spit it once, refuel  re-energize and rewind
I give sight to the blind, my insight
feels so good to be back

I scrutinize every word, memorize every line
I spit it once, refuel  re-energize and rewind
I give sight to the blind, my