The Middle
Should have never laid my hands on that cognac
Now I'm sitting on the street in my cardigan
Fighting niggas in the club, don't be where I'm at
Till I'm rowdy and that voddy all inside my head
Quila got me wanna fight and fuck at the same time
I ain't got no problem contrary to the grapevine
Got my mama worried that I'm on the wrong time
Sorry but this henny got me convinced that I'm fine
These tattoos on my body they my therapy
Got that hemp up in my lungs, demons all on me
Got the room spinning, hell ain't where I wanna be
Think I might've hit a nigga, fuck he right back after me
If you really wanna fight, we can meet in the middle
I'on give a fuck if you bringing your people
I'on give a fuck if you forgot to reload
Niggas think it's sweet till they split down the middle
Fuck yo tough talk, I like keeping it simple
One chance fore I pull up and put one in your temple
How the fuck we got here, I'on even remember
I was pouring some whiskey and now I'm losing my temper
Man I hate when people tell me they gon be there forever
They be gone like the wind when they don't like the weather
Grandma used to tell me that she loved me to death
Three years later, wishing I could give her breath back
Wishing I could find the motherfucker who did it
Wish I could reverse time, pull the trigger and end it
Now I'm seeing blurred lines and it's ruined my image
And it's all because I couldn't get control of these spirits
I know, I know, I know
I can't even blame it on the alcohol
I guess I gotta fucking put the blame on me
But I don't know if I'm strong enough to manage
If you really wanna fight, we can meet in the middle
I'on give a fuck if you bringing your people
I'on give a fuck if you forgot to reload
Niggas think it's sweet till they split down the middle
Fuck yo tough talk, I like keeping it simple
One chance fore I pull up and put one in your temple
How the fuck we got here, I'on even remember
I was pouring some whiskey and now I'm losing my temper
Say that henny too good to me
Say that voddy too good to me
Say tequila too good to me
But being sober too good for me
Yeah I know my rights from wrongs
But no I don't care at fucking all
I wanna start a fight, let's get involved
We can throw hands till the sun up
Let's go
Tell them niggas
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Tell them niggas
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Tell them niggas
Pull up, pull up, pull up
They go down in the same way
Yeah
Tell them niggas
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Tell them niggas
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Tell them niggas
Pull up, pull up, pull up
They go down in the same way
Now I'm sitting on the street in my cardigan
Fighting niggas in the club, don't be where I'm at
Till I'm rowdy and that voddy all inside my head
Quila got me wanna fight and fuck at the same time
I ain't got no problem contrary to the grapevine
Got my mama worried that I'm on the wrong time
Sorry but this henny got me convinced that I'm fine
These tattoos on my body they my therapy
Got that hemp up in my lungs, demons all on me
Got the room spinning, hell ain't where I wanna be
Think I might've hit a nigga, fuck he right back after me
If you really wanna fight, we can meet in the middle
I'on give a fuck if you bringing your people
I'on give a fuck if you forgot to reload
Niggas think it's sweet till they split down the middle
Fuck yo tough talk, I like keeping it simple
One chance fore I pull up and put one in your temple
How the fuck we got here, I'on even remember
I was pouring some whiskey and now I'm losing my temper
Man I hate when people tell me they gon be there forever
They be gone like the wind when they don't like the weather
Grandma used to tell me that she loved me to death
Three years later, wishing I could give her breath back
Wishing I could find the motherfucker who did it
Wish I could reverse time, pull the trigger and end it
Now I'm seeing blurred lines and it's ruined my image
And it's all because I couldn't get control of these spirits
I know, I know, I know
I can't even blame it on the alcohol
I guess I gotta fucking put the blame on me
But I don't know if I'm strong enough to manage
If you really wanna fight, we can meet in the middle
I'on give a fuck if you bringing your people
I'on give a fuck if you forgot to reload
Niggas think it's sweet till they split down the middle
Fuck yo tough talk, I like keeping it simple
One chance fore I pull up and put one in your temple
How the fuck we got here, I'on even remember
I was pouring some whiskey and now I'm losing my temper
Say that henny too good to me
Say that voddy too good to me
Say tequila too good to me
But being sober too good for me
Yeah I know my rights from wrongs
But no I don't care at fucking all
I wanna start a fight, let's get involved
We can throw hands till the sun up
Let's go
Tell them niggas
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Tell them niggas
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Tell them niggas
Pull up, pull up, pull up
They go down in the same way
Yeah
Tell them niggas
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Tell them niggas
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Tell them niggas
Pull up, pull up, pull up
They go down in the same way
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Writer(s): Michael Bruce
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