Up the Middle - Buck 65

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 assume 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 glass 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?