| Yea I used to just be, blunts by the beach
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| Now I’m tutoring rappers with a hunkular speech
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| I vocalize on beats
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| What local guys see
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| But they hate invenenously, cause he says it verbatim
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| I know biters live off to be very vampiric
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| I’m in white vans, pouring telito or damn near it uhh
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| I lose track of these Larry’s and Sue’s
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| I’m who various dudes live vicariously through
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| MC live like a bee hive, buzz built up
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| But is he a white dwarf or a milk dud
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| Dope duds you can keep them on the mannequin
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| Dude does not change his clothes ask Cameron
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| Wrangled mics rambling with jamborees of MC’s
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| Spitting frees like in luxuries or pamperin
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| Pampering careers push peers to embarrassment
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| Laughing Doug funny cause the moneys gargantuan
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| Built below my belt buckle bound for a bluntskee
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| Stick stem sterilized sticky in the front seat
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| I promise to be brutally honest, I still spill gin and tonics on a lot
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| electronics uhh
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| Tattoo parlor, hoop needle jiggle and a Milky Way high snickering and rappers
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| bickering
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| I’d rather joke doubling doodle and rhymes lumbering ramen noodles
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| Get that loop but stay fruitful
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| I don’t wanna change what I do
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| I don’t really see the point
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| I’ve been doing just fine, so I’m gon do what I’ve been doing
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| Till the day I lay down, I’ve been happy medium
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| I’ve been living in Wells, Maine
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| Wells, Maine
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| Turn off the bright lights, I like my place in society
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| Betwixt standing nimiety and notoriety, Go
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| I’ve been happy medium
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| Small town double XL dreams those are the ingredients
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| Without want for a wondrous whip
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| Just a spot to spit sleep, eat and take a shit
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| Deny me the decadence,
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| Just give me people in attendance independent of their necklaces and pendants
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| Because everyone’s pretending still
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| Mean there’s something so hollow in those Hollywood hills
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| I need substance, as in not fake
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| Snakes who take your land or lakes and then skip your wake
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| I don’t need TV’s invading my village vilify my visage when I’m out with my Ms'
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| I gave you my blemishes from the genesis
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| Others generally disingenuous
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| I’m giving you what’s really going on behind the Maybelline cream
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| When the Revlon’s gone where the jewels don’t gleam
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| Where the stars are black holes
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| The pitch black, back roads past the last toll
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| Me I’m from nowhere, no pimp no flair
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| When I spit they all come together like Pangea
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| I’m saying what I’ve been saying, staying where I’ve been staying (What's that)
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| Happy Medium
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| I don’t wanna change what I do
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| I don’t really see the point
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| I’ve been doing just fine, so I’m gon do what I’ve been doing
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| Till the day I lay down, I’ve been happy medium
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| I’ve been living in Wells, Maine
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| Wells, Maine |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Happy Medium, artist - Spose. Album song Happy Medium, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп