Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Somewhere In Between, artist - Token. Album song Between Somewhere, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Token
Song language: English
Somewhere In Between |
Yeah |
No matter what plane I’m inside of and what ocean I’m on top of |
Distance from everything is still the problem |
Everyone I need is down thousands of feet |
And everyone who’s with me now, I pay 'em to be |
I’m in Germany with merch money in my lap |
But all I think about is my mom is home with a bad back |
And every Monday she’s hunched over, draggin' out the trash |
That should be me |
But she won’t say it 'cause she don’t want to distract |
I don’t even talk to dad, I think that whole thing is ruined |
He don’t reach out 'cause he just feels like he’s intruding |
But I don’t reach out |
'Cause every time we catch up it’s so obvious |
These are things we shouldn’t just be catching up about, like |
What country you in? |
What house you been staying in? |
What’s your manager’s name again? |
How much you payin' him? |
I don’t blame him though, I don’t keep him up to speed |
If I’m not a bad son, I’m probably somewhere in between |
Now when I get recognized in public, they say I’m standoffish |
Really I’m just awkward when I’m talking |
When you see how shy I am, you probably think that I ain’t poppin' |
So when you call my name, don’t call it again if I ain’t respondin' |
But my producer hang with artists who are way bigger than me |
And they get recognized every time in the street |
So when I’m with my producer out to eat |
I pray a fan approaches so I can make him say |
«True, he’s doing his thing too» |
Shit I ain’t famous, guess I’m somewhere in between |
If I was famous, I wouldn’t have to promote my song on this livestream |
'Cause my manager told me to, he said my plays aren’t the best |
So I fake a smile to hundreds of fans like |
«It's my fastest growing yet! |
Look I’m happy, don’t forget!» |
Mom’s back is broke again |
Still tryna get me off pills that control the stress |
How I’m supposed to tell my older sister that I’m still depressed? |
With merch money in my lap, but she ain’t made a fucking dollar yet |
Today I read a comment telling me that I’m a gimmick |
With controversial storylines to get attention |
A few fans came to my defense like «We were boys» |
I wanted to tell those fans that maybe he has a point |
I wrote a song about a kid who got bullied, it’s called «Exception» |
And the part I didn’t mention was Andy was a real person |
And someone I befriended |
Then I left him for another group of friends who used to torment him |
I made money of off «Exception» and off of Andy |
In interviews they treated me like a hero |
I wrote a song about how fucked up social media was |
And started dating a chick who wanted me to post her to get her followers up |
So no matter how many fuckin' comments that I read |
Tellin' me how much that I’ve helped them to grow and follow their dreams |
I’ma still feel like a coward, the hero just ain’t me |
But to make them feel better, just tell them I’m somewhere in between |
Between somewhere |
Yeah, ayy |
Success is coming in heavy, I think I’m changing already |
My life is intimidating so friends just want to impress me |
Some wear Supreme to impress, some bring a gun to impress me |
But none of that does impress me |
Whether if it’s love or envy |
Mark was tryin' to get me with Em, I told him I wasn’t ready |
Maybe that was a mistake |
Maybe I would’ve blown up already |
Wonder if Interscope was mad that I didn’t pick up when they called again |
Subliminal disses from legends are still compliments |
Tour money had me talkin' shit |
'Til I spend sixty thousand on clothes and went broke |
Manager screamed at me, watch your tone |
See, when couple thousand in the crowd tell me yes |
It’s hard to tell me no |
I’m still in Germany with merch money in my lap, bitch |
I’m countin' it even if I already double checked |
There’s no better feeling than holding your parents rent |
I know I could still fail, but they only see success |
And I’m somewhere in between it |
This plane is too high, you can’t reach it |
No service, no service, no service, I got no plan |
Ain’t nobody knockin' on my door except the post man |