One hand in the air, if he don't really care Two hands in the air, if he don't really care It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous It's like that sometimes, the shit ridiculous Middle Finger in the air, if you don't really care It's like that

That don't impress me much Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night Oh-oo-oh, so you think you're something special I've known a few guys who thought

(We're in the middle of the makin's of the master blaster jammin') Didn't know you would be jammin' until the break of dawn That you would be jammin' until the break of dawn Would be jammin' until the break of dawn Everyone's feeling pretty It's hotter

Here I am, stuck in the middle with you Well, I don't know why I came here tonight I got the feeling something ain't right I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair Yeah clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right Stuck in the middle with you Well, you

I was the man who never lied But I just couldn't break your heart Like you did mine yesterday In the middle of Hollywood Boulevard I never lied until today I was the man who never lied, oh Screaming at each other, screaming at each other Like oh oh oh,

Now you got me caught in the act You bring the thought back I'm telling you that I see it right through you From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core I've forgotten In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety

We stayed up all night long Made our drinks too strong Feeling ten feet tall Ropes swinging into the water In the middle of the night Like oh oh oh oh oh Breaking our boots in Stomping on the ground we grew up on Yeah, we were raised on it

Showin me love I was so amazed throwin up dubs Baby what it is? I just wanna touch Maybe catch a grub like it's only us In the middle of the stage Maybe get some... (hahaha) Spend my money

That don't impress me much Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night Oh-oo-oh, so you think you're something special I've known a few guys who thought

Money in your palm don't make you real Pistol in your hand don't make you real Niggas been countin' me out I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty But that's how