Up the middle - Buck 65

作词：Buck 65

作曲：Buck 65

They keep me couped up in this hot sweaty cage

With a worn out mattress and a poster of Eddie 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 carrier 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

Some day 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 greasy palms

I was never one to hold my breath when I resed bombs

It's possible that I could be huge but I doubt it

My phones off the hook buts that about it

Handling my biz I should really do a shipment

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 matress and the poster of Eddie page

I look at people look at me

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 it Mr know it all

Or don't forget the chaos

Or two sizes to big

The hydro twist

The scene river

Creative differences

No time to lose

Or

Beasts

Pieces