Lyrics:
me
Smack dab in the middle right now
So Ray can rock and roll to satisfy his soul
That's all right!
A lot of bread and gangs of meat
Oodles
The streets where I lay
Beats I got on replay
The box that I live in is owned by some
Elderly but I can't fabricate where we stay
Eating some leftover bones
In the middle of the night
Ware you are , I Just want you
By my side I like that
Only you make me feel right
Come on by , all the way you get me
that I was gone, I left you in Stockholm
100% I have no regrets
I went in deeper in every set
Bitches be stuck in the middle
Her game was so fake I had
Last thing I wanna do is die in the middle of my crime
Like me havin' a shootout with some guys or leavin' a lick if somethin' go wrong
Or in
'em all
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Come put your hands up in the air
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em
done stepped out full of brew
Rolled up mi leño for the thirty minute cruise
Dropped me out by my house, now we in the present stage
Got today's
still need your land, so
This is a letter
A letter to both sides and
You're stuck in the middle
It's a middle with no left or right
This is
shredded infants on an altar full of scars
Entangled in a dream
The mirrors full of steam
He scarce could see Joan's face reflecting through
His last
nine lives guess im feline
He'll shine and heal minds slay em with the ill lines
Conceal crime by design feel the nine writing rhymes
Ink sinks in
And I'm right where I belong and I love it
Right here in the middle of it
When we go riding in my old truck
She sits right by my side
In the middle of it
at this, prettiness, oculus, oculist
Gyal a watch me every day like a sociologist
Mmh, likkle miss, me have the tight and clean
Right in between when di
All right, let's start with the most basic
Question there is: Are
You a religious man? Do you believe in God?
Well, that'll do for openers i
Think I
the middle
Just take a stand
Take a bull by the horns
Or get in the wagon
Can you take up the reins
I'm not the only one draggin'
Whoa there
Easy
Too much
hands up in the air!
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
I do my dirt all by my lonely
Don't need no phony homie to call
I am in the right place
I'm gonna chat it in a style and chat it in a grace
Eat good food drink good you know that's to my taste
Now make
(Music by Joan Baez, Lyrics by Nina Duscheck)
Where icicles hung the blossoms swing,
But in my heart there is no spring.
You were my spring, my
Lyrics by Jimmy Buffett
Music by Buffett, Kunkel, Guth, P. Mayer, J. Mayer
I'm a cultural infidel, painting in the dark
I'm a cultural infidel,
Feel like I'm stuck in the middle of the road
Fork in the path don't know where to go
Either way may take a toll but I
Guess that's just the way it
being stuck in the middle
You said that I believe in things that don't make sense
That go nowhere
But just because I'm not the right one
To listen to your
Recently (Joan Baez)
Recently it all came back to me
Somebody promised us roses
We slid by for awhile on dreams
But today I see what's only
senses
Like Laurence Fishburne and you have
A squad behind you
You literally can put the
World in slow motion
It’s still February, right?
(security guard
Yeah stuck in the middle
Owo
I know it starting to get serious the kid that I used to be's gone, gone, gone
I know I won't be victorious I'll keep
SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE
by Tim Carbone and Tad Wise
Top to bottom
Side to side
Around in circles
Or in a straight line
Don’t get too high now
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