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 angle dust smoking Man with hand cuffs on Just joking I describe myself as half decent sax player Armature coin collecter john q tax player Shy around girls with my face all scared The only thing in my wallet is a baseball card I live in the city but miss farming life All i need to surive is my swiss army knife The story of my childhood is bad luck and crisis 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 Were short sleeve shirts and all i eat is chocolate bars Take my place granted a**ume 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 No I don't, no 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 gla** 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 Its 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?