| Yeah
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| This is for all the happy rappers
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| Who have real nice deals
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| And have no idea what it’s like to work this hard and still break even, yeah!
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| I’m aware I’m a little nuts, and I know I’m a headcase
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| Unpredictable moods are the toll that the stress takes
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| I carry the worlds weight until my shoulders and neck ache
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| My sanity be going down hill like a sled race
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| All day my legs shake, like a nervous tick
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| This Adderall don’t work for shit, it only gives me thoughts that got me
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| worried sick
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| Feelings I got bottled up this court is decomposing
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| That if this shit got opened it would cause a damn explosion
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| With overflowing emotions that I kept push down
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| Like it was someone I was trying to drown, I know it now
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| I’m a little tightly strung and see I know I need to find a doctor
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| And a therapist and a shimen who got some miro oscar
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| Cause surviving in this game is full of irratance
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| It’s got me wondering if I’ll make it, my greatest fear is this
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| So when you hear my shit, you’ll hear the hunger
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| As I’m trying to stay financially afloat and keep appearances
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| Cause I’ve been in this middle ground, people say I made it
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| But there’s so many that still don’t know what my name is
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| It’s hard to get a grasp on where I stand up in this game
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| All I know is I wouldn’t be this broke if I was famous
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| Shit, I’m almost thirty. |
| Still I feel like such a mess
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| I added fuel to the fire until I had nothing left
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| Under stress, with a life full of emptiness
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| Giving my all, and not a penny less
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| In this middle ground, wondering if I’m going to ever blow
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| Middle ground, tearing at the fabric of my soul
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| Middle ground, feeling like I’m stuck up in the whole
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| These insecurities follow every where I go
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| Middle ground, feeling like I’m barely getting by
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| Middle ground, second guessing why I even try
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| Middle ground, all I know how to do is survive
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| So mad that I wanna scream, so sad that I wanna cry
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| I’m sick of felling like I still got shit I gotta prove to you
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| I gotta go on Sway again for a salute from you?
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| Go pull some dumb publicity stunt shot by a movie crew
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| Just to be in the same conversation of all these newer dudes
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| All my life I’ve been fighting to be accepted
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| When I’m not I can’t help but to be affected
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| Unfairly percepted, people making assumptions
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| Off my Melotonin levels and the state that I’m repping
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| Like I’m some kind of spoiled one percenter go and get the facts
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| Shit I’m the product of a hard working middle-class
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| Just cause I wasn’t busting a pistol or flipping crack
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| Doesn’t mean I don’t got a story worthy of written raps
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| I’m getting by though, there’s Kibble up in Moose’s dish
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| It’s better than it use to be but see the truth is this
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| I re-invest almost everything into this music shit
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| You think I’d still live at my parents if I was rich?
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| Really? |
| See I’m just trying to keep my business intact
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| My sanity come second to these lyrics that I rap
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| Chain smoking from stress but at 10 dollars a pack
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| I’m killing myself, I’m killing my pockets with every drag
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| Fuck it, Imma keep on pushing though because I deserve the glory
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| I got an army of fans that would murder for me
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| I do this shit for them until the whole planet has heard my story
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| Reporting live from Purgatory
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| In this middle ground, wondering if I’m going to ever blow
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| Middle ground, tearing at the fabric of my soul
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| Middle ground, feeling like I’m stuck up in the whole
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| These insecurities follow every where I go
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| Middle ground, feeling like I’m barely getting by
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| Middle ground, second guessing why I even try
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| Middle ground, all I know how to do is survive
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| So mad that I wanna scream, so sad that I wanna cry |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Middle Ground , by - Chris Webby. Song from the album Wednesday, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп