Spose, Stiky-1 - Happy Medium lyrics
[Spose, Stiky-1 - Happy Medium lyrics]
Yeah, I used to just be blunts by the beach
Now I'm tutoring rappers with
The avuncular speech
I vocalize on beats, what local guys see
But they hate him villainously cause
He says it verbatim
I know writers evolved to be very vampiric
I'm in white vans touring Toledo
Or damn near it
I lose track of these Larrys and Sues
I'm who various dudes live vicarious through
Emceed live like a bee-hive, buzz built up
But, is he a white dwarf or a milk dud?
Dope duds you can keep them on the mannequin
Dude does not change his clothes, ask Cameron
Wrangled mics
Ramblin' with jamborees of emcees
Spittin frees, lackin' luxuries or pamperin'
Hamperin' careers
Pushin' peers to embarrassment
Laughin' - Doug Funny -
Cause the money's gargantuan
Bic below my belt buckle
Bound for a blunt-ski stick stem sterilized
Stiky in the front seat
I promise to be brutally honest
I still spill gin and tonics
On a lotta 'lectronics
Tattoo parlor, new needle
Tickinlin', I'm milky
Way high Snickerin' at rappers bickerin'
I'd rather joke jubilant, doodlin' rhymes
Hooverin' ramen noodles
Get that loot but stay frugal
I don't wanna change what I do
I don't really see the point
I've been doing just - fine
So I'm gon' do what I've been doin'
Til' the day I lay down
I've been happy medium
I've been livin' in Wells, Maine
Wells, Maine
Turn off the bright lights
I like my place in society
Betwixt anonymity and notoriety (Go)
I've been happy medium, small town
Double XL dreams those are the ingredients
Without want for a wondrous whip
Just a spot to spit, sleep, eat
And take a shit deny me the decadence - just
Give me people in attendance
Independent of their necklaces and pendants
Because everyone's pretending still (still)
I mean there's something so hollow
In those Hollywood Hills
I need substance - as in not fake
Snakes who take your Land o' Lakes
And then skip your wake i don't need TVs
Invadin' my village
Villifying my visage when I'm
Out with my missus
I gave you my blemishes from the genesis
Others generally disingenuous
I'm given you what's really going
On behind the Maybelline creams
When the Revlon's gone
Where the jewels don't gleam
Where the stars are black holes
The pitch-black back roads
Past the last toll
Me? I'm from nowhere, no pimp, no player
When I spit it they all
Come together like Pangaea
I'm sayin' what I've been sayin'
Stayin' where I've been stayin'
(Where's that?) happy Medium
I don't wanna change what I do
I don't really see the point
I've been doing just - fine
So I'm gon' do what I've been doin'
Til' the day I lay down
I've been happy medium
I've been livin' in Wells, Maine
Wells, Maine
Now I'm tutoring rappers with
The avuncular speech
I vocalize on beats, what local guys see
But they hate him villainously cause
He says it verbatim
I know writers evolved to be very vampiric
I'm in white vans touring Toledo
Or damn near it
I lose track of these Larrys and Sues
I'm who various dudes live vicarious through
Emceed live like a bee-hive, buzz built up
But, is he a white dwarf or a milk dud?
Dope duds you can keep them on the mannequin
Dude does not change his clothes, ask Cameron
Wrangled mics
Ramblin' with jamborees of emcees
Spittin frees, lackin' luxuries or pamperin'
Hamperin' careers
Pushin' peers to embarrassment
Laughin' - Doug Funny -
Cause the money's gargantuan
Bic below my belt buckle
Bound for a blunt-ski stick stem sterilized
Stiky in the front seat
I promise to be brutally honest
I still spill gin and tonics
On a lotta 'lectronics
Tattoo parlor, new needle
Tickinlin', I'm milky
Way high Snickerin' at rappers bickerin'
I'd rather joke jubilant, doodlin' rhymes
Hooverin' ramen noodles
Get that loot but stay frugal
I don't wanna change what I do
I don't really see the point
I've been doing just - fine
So I'm gon' do what I've been doin'
Til' the day I lay down
I've been happy medium
I've been livin' in Wells, Maine
Wells, Maine
Turn off the bright lights
I like my place in society
Betwixt anonymity and notoriety (Go)
I've been happy medium, small town
Double XL dreams those are the ingredients
Without want for a wondrous whip
Just a spot to spit, sleep, eat
And take a shit deny me the decadence - just
Give me people in attendance
Independent of their necklaces and pendants
Because everyone's pretending still (still)
I mean there's something so hollow
In those Hollywood Hills
I need substance - as in not fake
Snakes who take your Land o' Lakes
And then skip your wake i don't need TVs
Invadin' my village
Villifying my visage when I'm
Out with my missus
I gave you my blemishes from the genesis
Others generally disingenuous
I'm given you what's really going
On behind the Maybelline creams
When the Revlon's gone
Where the jewels don't gleam
Where the stars are black holes
The pitch-black back roads
Past the last toll
Me? I'm from nowhere, no pimp, no player
When I spit it they all
Come together like Pangaea
I'm sayin' what I've been sayin'
Stayin' where I've been stayin'
(Where's that?) happy Medium
I don't wanna change what I do
I don't really see the point
I've been doing just - fine
So I'm gon' do what I've been doin'
Til' the day I lay down
I've been happy medium
I've been livin' in Wells, Maine
Wells, Maine