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That Line
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That Line was released on December 27, 2025 by Erik Lindeman Music as a part of the album That Line - Single
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Release DateDecember 27, 2025
LabelErik Lindeman Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Lyrics

Yeah, they say I talk too loud,
Drink too proud,
Live too wild for this small-town crowd…
But hell, I ain't slowin' down.
I was born where the neon hums,
Where church bells ring, but nobody comes.
Mama prayed, Daddy worked too hard,
I learned fast life don't deal no cards.
Built my backbone outta broken nights,
Learned to smile through barroom fights.
Still got scars where the whiskey burned,
Guess that's how a man like me learns.
They call me trouble with a pretty grin,
But I just call it how it's always been.
Raised wrong, but it feels right,
Got angels watchin' me through Friday nights.
Ain't clean, but my soul's tight,
Prayin' through the smoke and the neon light.
I don't fit their black-and-white,
I walk the line they can't define.
Raised wrong, but it feels right…
Yeah, I was born to blur that line.
They say a sinner can't be saved,
But I still talk to God on my good days.
Got psilocybin dreams and a whiskey tongue,
Still chasin' peace while I come undone.
In a world full of fake, I stay too real,
Talk my truth, yeah, that's my deal.
Ain't tryna preach, ain't tryna please,
Just lettin' the music set me free.
I don't need your praise, don't need your hate,
I made my peace with my mistakes.
Raised wrong, but it feels right,
Got angels watchin' me through Friday nights.
Ain't clean, but my soul's tight,
Prayin' through the smoke and the neon light.
I don't fit their black-and-white,
I walk the line they can't define.
Raised wrong, but it feels right…
Yeah, I was born to blur that line.
I've been the saint, I've been the sin,
Lost it all, then found my skin.
Gave my heart, got nothin' back,
Still I rise like a maniac.
Ain't about the money, fame, or crown,
It's 'bout bein' me when the lights go down.
You can't fake fire, can't fake pain,
This rebel blood don't wash away.
Raised wrong, but it feels right,
Got angels watchin' me through Friday nights.
Ain't clean, but my soul's tight,
Prayin' through the smoke and the neon light.
Yeah, I bend rules, I don't apologize,
I live out loud 'til the day I die.
Raised wrong, but it feels right…
Yeah, I was born to cross that line.
Written by: Erik Lindeman
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