I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love
Now youre stuck up in your middle ages flipping pages
My salute to you i raise the middle
Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol
You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect
The wealthy are top two, upper middle class is eight percent,
You're uncool like my mother kin
In the middle of a discussion
You're not usin' your brain
Middle name shane, born all the same
Throw my middle finger up to the world
Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first
So i raising the middle finger
When i’m looking in the mirror
Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again
The user not the one of the middle men.
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