Lyrics:
in the middle
From the judge to the preacher to the sinners and the cynical
From the Godley to the gullible to the vicious and viable
The globe
? Well I joan back
Fake friends that got it in for me
Can't out rap me yet claim they know me
Been in these slippers before Tobe
People like being evil, I
Billy Packard from Santa Monica, sitting in a ratty pawnshop in Missoula
Got a beater to tow around town, been saving up to put some money down
me
Smack dab in the middle right now
So Ray can rock and roll to satisfy his soul
That's all right!
A lot of bread and gangs of meat
Oodles
me
Smack dab in the middle right now
So Ray can rock and roll to satisfy his soul
That's all right!
A lot of bread and gangs of meat
Oodles
to neck her 'neath the
Street lights, by the Moonrise cardboard cafe
Who'm i to say what's right or wrong
But memories faded, Joan was gone
Luscious lemon
me
Smack dab in the middle right now
So Ray can rock and roll to satisfy his soul
That's all right!
A lot of bread and gangs of meat
Oodles
goes to see?
And why in the middle of the night he leaves you alone?
'Cause everything he like is with me
If I was in your shoes
I would'a had
goes to see?
And why in the middle of the night he leaves you alone?
'Cause everything he like is with me
If I was in your shoes
I would'a had
the middle save me
Two sinners by His side
Was the one on the right
Jesus in the middle save me
Freedom (freedom)
Some are crying freedom
Give us your wisdom
me like a lollipop (yeah)
She, she licked me like a lollipop, lollipop
Shawty want a thug (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bottles in the club (yeah, yeah,
it in the middle of the road
Neither right nor left, right down that center we go
Don't let our love fall by the wayside like a lot of people I know
trade our dreams for his or are we caught in the middle
Lord, I feel you in this place and I know you're by my side
Loving me even on these nights, when
One look up at the rafters
Above Boston Garden tells
The whole story celtics pride
It's all right there
Here's another one, for the fiends to smoke
me
Smack dab in the middle right now
So Ray can rock and roll to satisfy his soul
That's all right!
A lot of bread and gangs of meat
Oodles
and Pat alone-
Plus Eunice-
And Peter-
And Jean-
And Joan-
And what's-his-name-?
Stephen-
And hold the phone-
The one in the army-
middle finger's up, fuck the rest
I'm smokin' Superman,it's in my chest
I'm deep in the game, it's up to my neck
I ain't lookin' for fame, I just want
like three by ninety
And if I play right back
I'll be smooth in the scene
(I'm the best at back now)
I dare one of you slide me
Because in the middle
me
Smack dab in the middle right now
So Ray can rock and roll to satisfy his soul
That's all right!
A lot of bread and gangs of meat
Oodles
first)
I like three by ninety
And if I play right back
I'll be smooth in the scene
(I'm the best at back now)
I dare one of you slide me
Because in
much in common we all see the light
Where do I begin I can’t see the end
Joan to my Lynn, more than my Girlfriend
Chorus
Best Friend, best friend,
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
want and the god who is
But will we trade our dreams for his or are we caught in the middle
Lord, I feel you in this place and I know you're by my
me
Smack dab in the middle right now
So Ray can rock and roll to satisfy his soul
That's all right!
A lot of bread and gangs of meat
Oodles
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