Samson, Kyle - Meet Me In The Middle lyrics

I want to go where no one knows
Where no one knows who I am i want to be
I want to be all by myself i want to keep
All of the ones who truly make me happy

If they want to leave
Then they can go, I'll find someone else

Hey, hey hey hey well everyone tells me who
I shouldn't be with
And everyone tells me where, where I belong
And I tell them that we could all be together
And everyday everyone tells me I'm wrong

But see
Now I don't care 'cos it's unfair to
Tell me who I should love and who
I shouldn't care if they care
That I'm never there
Well I'm gonna stand right in the middle
If you want to kick it then doggy you can
And if you don't then I guess I won't
Care about fitting you into my plans

'Cos I don't want everybody want me
People think they own me
Like stocks in a company
I'mma make a circle of all the people I like
And if you don't wanna be in
It then you can take a a hike

Well, opinions, opinions, opinions
I hate them especially when everybody
Everybody makes them
Like 'Oh this person's stupid' or
'Oh this person sucks'
Could all of you pootie tang
Shut the fuck up?
'Cos I don't give a, I don't give a
I don't give an F Word
Pulling back and forth until you
Make a nigga's head hurt
Too many people in my house, Hugh Hefner
It seems that they all have
Nothing better to do

Then have something to say about me and you
Or her, or she, or him, or who?
Whatever man it really doesn't matter
I just need some freaking space
I think I'm gonna move to Saturn
'Cos I'm only getting madder
It's only a matter of a time
Until my composure starts to decline
This right here is where I
Draw the fucking line
If you got a fucking life
Get the fuck up out of mine, thank you

I am so alone, just me and my thoughts
Phone rang so I pick up, oh
No, a dude's on the line hating on me
Like 'What religion are you?'

I tell him I don't know
No one faith over another, they're the same
To me, God is like food on a plate
I'm eating these beats, no food on my plate
But back to the point, you need to hush up
'Cos all the judgment falls back on the lap
Of the man who judged
And I'm not one to bring
Telling 'em that no one can bring me down
But, you can meet me in the middle
Spitting that flame
Put me underneath the griddle
Cooking up beef, but there's really no beef
How could there be
When the meats made above peace?

Like me, and Ki may I, be free
Hello, from the bull shh

I wanna go where people show each other love
Not hatred kiD, what up?