Lyrics:
callin’ for more
Bitches is makin’ me nut in so many positions and ways
I’m feelin’ so high, feelin’ like Michael
Walk on the moon issa satisfaction
I’m in
of butter and somethin sweet
Gallons of coffee to wash it down
Bicarbonated soda by the pound
Then throw me (smack dab in the middle)
I picture it
on the floor
Blood stains on the curtains
Broken vases with unwatered flowers
Oh my it's hurting
The pain that you're causing
I see my people crawling
Michael
Nike
Richer than white people with black kids
Scarier than black people with ideas
Nobody can tell me where I'm headin'
But I feel like Michael
of butter and somethin sweet
Gallons of coffee to wash it down
Bicarbonated soda by the pound
Then throw me (smack dab in the middle)
I picture it
express
How much your friendship and support have meant to us
But it's changed our life forever
Thank you for believing in us and for being such
are when you think you's a star
But you still drive around by yourself in your mothers car
Shelburne's what you are when you think that you're nice
But
a
lower middle class family with only one brother Michael whom I love
dearly. He was five years my senior. My father's nickname was Red which I
could
Tech N9ne:
__________
Everybody wana get in the middle of mu life
Wanna know about the nina, the women, and my wife
Hell of rumors I get enough
Nobody knows what time it is
What time is it? All the calendars are different
Chinese, Hebrew, Western
Nobody knows when it is
Might be the middle
of butter and somethin sweet
Gallons of coffee to wash it down
Bicarbonated soda by the pound
Then throw me (smack dab in the middle)
I picture it
bitter, man
I learned it, get it straight from the source, fuck the middle man
Don't got a middle man, middle man
I just put in work, she call me
kid-like vibe
To it, to where it was just fun
And she was just like- it
Had no worries in it
Pretend, you're Tido and Jermaine?, to
Youre Michael Jackson
somehow so much smaller
Now than they used to be
Talked of other days when this tiny
Place had been home to me
In the middle in the middle of nowhere
People
People call me the boogeyman
People say that i'm not real
What they seem to forget is
I'm michael myers
You can run but you can't hide
You can never
of butter and somethin sweet
Gallons of coffee to wash it down
Bicarbonated soda by the pound
Then throw me (smack dab in the middle)
I picture it
other people, not for himself
Always doing shit for other people’s bad for your health
Piggy in the middle
When you’re caught up in the middle
Like
"Everybody don't always make it
But there's always that guy back in
The hood that was the
Shit and inspired the people that
Did make it" Meek Mill
By the time
I thought I told you I'm a boss
And if I lose it's not a loss
You wouldn't know what it cost
To even be in my position no
When I start talking,
need to swing
Out the motherfuckin' way when the lies come
In your ass where you put your opinion, uh
You need people like me to get through your
of butter and somethin sweet
Gallons of coffee to wash it down
Bicarbonated soda by the pound
Then throw me (smack dab in the middle)
I picture it
Now it's come to this
It's like we're back in the Dark Ages
From the Middle East to the Middle West
It's a world of superstition
Now it's come
Now it's come to this
It's like we're back in the Dark Ages
From the Middle East to the Middle West
It's a world of superstition
Now it's come
me I don't deserve to
Design a T-shirt" If I want to
Design a T-shirt in my lifetime
Then please help me do it! People say, "Well
Why don't you just do
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