Buck 65 - Up The Middle lyrics
[Buck 65 - Up The Middle lyrics]
Yeah coming through from the 902
Pop the line it's buck 65
Full blown combinating with johnney
Rockwell and the Centaur double dipped
Yo, right about this time next year
Certain others digging up bones
Got flat chest and head like rats nest
Not to mention that I'm harder
Than a math test
Leave you lying face down naked
From the waist down
After that I'll go back and
Burn your place down
I'll take cheese outta you handy snack
Then I'll call your granny back
Gotta a great big of cash in my fanny pack
A flat bus broken the angel dust smoking
Man with hand cuffs on
Just joking I describe myself as
Half decent sax player
Amateur coin collecteor john q tax player
Shy around girls with my face all scarred
The only thing in my wallet
Is a baseball card
I live in the city but miss farming life
All i need to survive is my Swiss army knife
The story of my childhood is
Bad luck and crises
Born in the year of the rat and I'm a Picses
Which makes me a rat fish
So I'm gonna soon need someone to tie
My shoes and spoon feed me
Can't wait till the day when i
Ride round in rocking cars
Wear short sleeve shirts and all
I eat is chocolate bars
Take my place granted assume the position
On top of the heap because soon the tradition
Winning the game of one swinging the bat will
Forever will be a thing of the past
If I be myself I'll be by myself
But, I don't wanna be remembered by
The way I've been rendered
They keep me couped up in
This hot sweaty cage
With a worn out mattress and
A poster of Betty Page
And supposed to write the
Great American love story
Why don't they sound trumpets and release
Flocks of doves for me
I've got to be particular about
How my career is handled
Before I record I should go
And get my ears candled
I'd like a glass of water
And box of facial tissue
Doing what I do has never
Really been a racial issue
Someday soon though I'm gonna
Have to settle down
Before my bones start making that
Metal on metal sound
The difference between me and other
People is the greased palms
I was never one to hold my
Breath when I released bombs
It's possible that i could be
Huge but i doubt it
My phone's off the hook but that's about it
Handling my biz I should really do a shipment
And try and make some money
To buy some new equipment
With a brand new mike and
A room with insulation
Coloured pencils all I need is inspiration
Which brings me back to this
Hot and sweaty cage
The worn out mattress and the
Poster of Betty Page
I look at people look at me
How am I supposed to feel?
Showing a picture that isn't
Even close to real
The final approach is upon me, I can feel it
I might call this song I was right all along
Or I might call this song
I've never had stitches
Or I might call it Mr know-It-All
Or don't forget the chaos
Or two sizes too big the hydro-twist
The scene river creative differences
No time to lose or
Beasts? Pieces?
Pop the line it's buck 65
Full blown combinating with johnney
Rockwell and the Centaur double dipped
Yo, right about this time next year
Certain others digging up bones
Got flat chest and head like rats nest
Not to mention that I'm harder
Than a math test
Leave you lying face down naked
From the waist down
After that I'll go back and
Burn your place down
I'll take cheese outta you handy snack
Then I'll call your granny back
Gotta a great big of cash in my fanny pack
A flat bus broken the angel dust smoking
Man with hand cuffs on
Just joking I describe myself as
Half decent sax player
Amateur coin collecteor john q tax player
Shy around girls with my face all scarred
The only thing in my wallet
Is a baseball card
I live in the city but miss farming life
All i need to survive is my Swiss army knife
The story of my childhood is
Bad luck and crises
Born in the year of the rat and I'm a Picses
Which makes me a rat fish
So I'm gonna soon need someone to tie
My shoes and spoon feed me
Can't wait till the day when i
Ride round in rocking cars
Wear short sleeve shirts and all
I eat is chocolate bars
Take my place granted assume the position
On top of the heap because soon the tradition
Winning the game of one swinging the bat will
Forever will be a thing of the past
If I be myself I'll be by myself
But, I don't wanna be remembered by
The way I've been rendered
They keep me couped up in
This hot sweaty cage
With a worn out mattress and
A poster of Betty Page
And supposed to write the
Great American love story
Why don't they sound trumpets and release
Flocks of doves for me
I've got to be particular about
How my career is handled
Before I record I should go
And get my ears candled
I'd like a glass of water
And box of facial tissue
Doing what I do has never
Really been a racial issue
Someday soon though I'm gonna
Have to settle down
Before my bones start making that
Metal on metal sound
The difference between me and other
People is the greased palms
I was never one to hold my
Breath when I released bombs
It's possible that i could be
Huge but i doubt it
My phone's off the hook but that's about it
Handling my biz I should really do a shipment
And try and make some money
To buy some new equipment
With a brand new mike and
A room with insulation
Coloured pencils all I need is inspiration
Which brings me back to this
Hot and sweaty cage
The worn out mattress and the
Poster of Betty Page
I look at people look at me
How am I supposed to feel?
Showing a picture that isn't
Even close to real
The final approach is upon me, I can feel it
I might call this song I was right all along
Or I might call this song
I've never had stitches
Or I might call it Mr know-It-All
Or don't forget the chaos
Or two sizes too big the hydro-twist
The scene river creative differences
No time to lose or
Beasts? Pieces?