Happy Medium - Spose, Stiky-1

Yea I used to just be, blunts by the beach

Now I’m tutoring rappers with a hunkular speech

I vocalize on beats

What local guys see

But they hate invenenously, cause he says it verbatim

I know biters live off to be very vampiric

I’m in white vans, pouring telito or damn near it uhh

I lose track of these Larry’s and Sue’s

I’m who various dudes live vicariously through

MC live like a bee hive, buzz built up

But is he a white dwarf or a milk dud

Dope duds you can keep them on the mannequin

Dude does not change his clothes ask Cameron

Wrangled mics rambling with jamborees of MC’s

Spitting frees like in luxuries or pamperin

Pampering careers push peers to embarrassment

Laughing Doug funny cause the moneys gargantuan

Built below my belt buckle bound for a bluntskee

Stick stem sterilized sticky in the front seat

I promise to be brutally honest, I still spill gin and tonics on a lot

electronics uhh

Tattoo parlor, hoop needle jiggle and a Milky Way high snickering and rappers

bickering

I’d rather joke doubling doodle and rhymes lumbering ramen noodles

Get that loop but stay fruitful

I don’t wanna change what I do

I don’t really see the point

I’ve been doing just fine, so I’m gon do what I’ve been doing

Till the day I lay down, I’ve been happy medium

I’ve been living in Wells, Maine

Wells, Maine

Turn off the bright lights, I like my place in society

Betwixt standing nimiety and notoriety, Go

I’ve been happy medium

Small town double XL dreams those are the ingredients

Without want for a wondrous whip

Just a spot to spit sleep, eat and take a shit

Deny me the decadence,

Just give me people in attendance independent of their necklaces and pendants

Because everyone’s pretending still

Mean there’s something so hollow in those Hollywood hills

I need substance, as in not fake

Snakes who take your land or lakes and then skip your wake

I don’t need TV’s invading my village vilify my visage when I’m out with my Ms'

I gave you my blemishes from the genesis

Others generally disingenuous

I’m giving you what’s really going on behind the Maybelline cream

When the Revlon’s gone where the jewels don’t gleam

Where the stars are black holes

The pitch black, back roads past the last toll

Me I’m from nowhere, no pimp no flair

When I spit they all come together like Pangea

I’m saying what I’ve been saying, staying where I’ve been staying (What's that)

Happy Medium

I don’t wanna change what I do

I don’t really see the point

I’ve been doing just fine, so I’m gon do what I’ve been doing

Till the day I lay down, I’ve been happy medium

I’ve been living in Wells, Maine

Wells, Maine