Happy Medium - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Spose]

Yeah, I used to just be blunts by the beach

Now I'm tutoring rappers with the avuncular speech

I vocalize on beats, what local guys see

But they hate him villainously cause he says it verbatim

I know writers evolved to be very vampiric

I'm in white vans touring Toledo or damn near it

I lose track of these Larrys and Sues

I'm who various dudes live vicarious through

Emceed 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, ramblin' with jamborees of emcees

Spittin frees, lackin' luxuries or pamperin'

Hamperin' careers, pushin' peers to embarrassment

Laughin' - Doug Funny - cause the money's gargantuan

Bic below my belt buckle, bound for a blunt-ski

Stick stem sterilized, Stiky in the front seat

I promise to be brutally honest

I still spill gin and tonics on a lotta 'lectronics

Tattoo parlor, new needle tickinlin', I'm milky, way high Snickerin' at rappers bickerin'

I'd rather joke jubilant, doodlin' rhymes, hooverin' ramen noodles

Get that loot but stay frugal

[Chorus: Stiky-1]

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 doin'

Til' the day I lay down

I've been happy medium

I've been livin' in Wells, Maine

Wells, Maine

[Verse 2: Spose]

Turn off the bright lights

I like my place in society betwixt anonymity 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 (still)

I mean there's something so hollow in those Hollywood Hills

I need substance - as in not fake

Snakes who take your Land o' Lakes and then skip your wake

I don't need TVs

Invadin' my village, villifying my visage when I'm out with my missus

I gave you my blemishes from the genesis

Others generally disingenuous

I'm given you what's really going on behind the Maybelline creams

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 player

When I spit it they all come together like Pangaea

I'm sayin' what I've been sayin'

Stayin' where I've been stayin' (Where's that?)

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