Small town, broke town
Timid boy with a frown
I wanna make a beat
Wanna make a new sound
And every time he plays
He hits a new crowd
Every time he plays he hits the ground
They're like, "stop"
You got quite a tune
But you'll never get anywhere
Unless you hit that boom box
Nah I got my guitar and if I play it just right
I just might raise the bar
Because I'm somehow looking to fuse rock with hip hop
Into an electric sound that makes jaws drop
Now I'm
Stuck in the middle
I don't know what to do
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm feeling something blue
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm quite not prepared
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm living truth or dare and now
I'm Stuck in the middle
I don't know what to do
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm feeling something blue
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm quite not prepared
I'm stuck in the middle with you
Chitta-Chitta Chatter don't matter
Can't spit it faster than Mathers
On every single page
You find that it is splattered the truth
Through the vocal booth
Star gazed scene I'm the next Babe Ruth
You find my talent is hidden
The lyrics it's written
On every single f*cking page
You find the pages are
Sitting down
Reading the paper
Game scene music maker
Every single second I'm about to sedate you
Now I'm
Stuck in the middle
I don't know what to do
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm feeling something blue
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm quite not prepared
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm living truth or dare and now
I'm Stuck in the middle
I don't know what to do
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm feeling something blue
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm quite not prepared
I'm stuck in the middle with you, eh
There's a lot of people
Who think I should change my music
Just to get a couple hits
But I say f*ck it don't abuse it
Cause these haters, invaders
And sadists out in the dark
Trying to put me right back down
Trying to keep from the art
And I say
"What's the problem with trying something new?"
You've already heard the rock and the blues
I said these haters, invaders
And sadists out in the dark
Trying to put me right back down
Trying to keep from the art
And I say "What's the problem with trying something new?"
You've already heard the rock and the blues
Now I'm
Stuck in the middle
I don't know what to do
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm feeling something blue
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm quite not prepared
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm living truth or dare and now
I'm Stuck in the middle
I don't know what to do
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm feeling something blue
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm quite not prepared
I'm stuck in the middle with you
Kings of Our Kin - The Middle Lyrics
Kings of Our Kin - The Middle Lyrics
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English
Small town, broke town
Timid boy with a frown
I wanna make a beat
Wanna make a new sound
And every time he plays
He hits a new crowd
Every time he plays he hits the ground
They're like, "stop"
You got quite a tune
But you'll never get anywhere
Unless you hit that boom box
Nah I got my guitar and if I play it just right
I just might raise the bar
Because I'm somehow looking to fuse rock with hip hop
Into an electric sound that makes jaws drop
Now I'm
Stuck in the middle
I don't know what to do
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm feeling something blue
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm quite not prepared
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm living truth or dare and now
I'm Stuck in the middle
I don't know what to do
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm feeling something blue
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm quite not prepared
I'm stuck in the middle with you
Chitta-Chitta Chatter don't matter
Can't spit it faster than Mathers
On every single page
You find that it is splattered the truth
Through the vocal booth
Star gazed scene I'm the next Babe Ruth
You find my talent is hidden
The lyrics it's written
On every single f*cking page
You find the pages are
Sitting down
Reading the paper
Game scene music maker
Every single second I'm about to sedate you
Now I'm
Stuck in the middle
I don't know what to do
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm feeling something blue
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm quite not prepared
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm living truth or dare and now
I'm Stuck in the middle
I don't know what to do
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm feeling something blue
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm quite not prepared
I'm stuck in the middle with you, eh
There's a lot of people
Who think I should change my music
Just to get a couple hits
But I say f*ck it don't abuse it
Cause these haters, invaders
And sadists out in the dark
Trying to put me right back down
Trying to keep from the art
And I say
"What's the problem with trying something new?"
You've already heard the rock and the blues
I said these haters, invaders
And sadists out in the dark
Trying to put me right back down
Trying to keep from the art
And I say "What's the problem with trying something new?"
You've already heard the rock and the blues
Now I'm
Stuck in the middle
I don't know what to do
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm feeling something blue
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm quite not prepared
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm living truth or dare and now
I'm Stuck in the middle
I don't know what to do
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm feeling something blue
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm quite not prepared
I'm stuck in the middle with you
Timid boy with a frown
I wanna make a beat
Wanna make a new sound
And every time he plays
He hits a new crowd
Every time he plays he hits the ground
They're like, "stop"
You got quite a tune
But you'll never get anywhere
Unless you hit that boom box
Nah I got my guitar and if I play it just right
I just might raise the bar
Because I'm somehow looking to fuse rock with hip hop
Into an electric sound that makes jaws drop
Now I'm
Stuck in the middle
I don't know what to do
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm feeling something blue
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm quite not prepared
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm living truth or dare and now
I'm Stuck in the middle
I don't know what to do
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm feeling something blue
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm quite not prepared
I'm stuck in the middle with you
Chitta-Chitta Chatter don't matter
Can't spit it faster than Mathers
On every single page
You find that it is splattered the truth
Through the vocal booth
Star gazed scene I'm the next Babe Ruth
You find my talent is hidden
The lyrics it's written
On every single f*cking page
You find the pages are
Sitting down
Reading the paper
Game scene music maker
Every single second I'm about to sedate you
Now I'm
Stuck in the middle
I don't know what to do
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm feeling something blue
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm quite not prepared
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm living truth or dare and now
I'm Stuck in the middle
I don't know what to do
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm feeling something blue
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm quite not prepared
I'm stuck in the middle with you, eh
There's a lot of people
Who think I should change my music
Just to get a couple hits
But I say f*ck it don't abuse it
Cause these haters, invaders
And sadists out in the dark
Trying to put me right back down
Trying to keep from the art
And I say
"What's the problem with trying something new?"
You've already heard the rock and the blues
I said these haters, invaders
And sadists out in the dark
Trying to put me right back down
Trying to keep from the art
And I say "What's the problem with trying something new?"
You've already heard the rock and the blues
Now I'm
Stuck in the middle
I don't know what to do
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm feeling something blue
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm quite not prepared
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm living truth or dare and now
I'm Stuck in the middle
I don't know what to do
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm feeling something blue
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm quite not prepared
I'm stuck in the middle with you
Writer: Thomas Sandziuk
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid