Yeah, way too cool for the misfits

Way too weird for the cool kids

Way too short for the tall girl

Who sit three rows up in the blue chair

I don't smoke enough for the stoners

I don't pop enough for the ragers

I'm not smart enough for the brainiacs

And I can't skate, there goes the skaters, damn

I don't like drama, I can't act

I don't like to sing, so I rap

I don't like to fight, they wanna scrap

I don't sell drugs, they in a trap

Man, I like to ball, but I ain't grow

I look good in pants, but I can't throw

Man, I will play chess, but I don't know how

Shoot, I'ma 'bout to figure it out



[Chorus]

I'm somewhere in the middle, yeah

I'm a little bit weird, I'm a little bit cool

I'm a little bit smart, I'm a little bit slow

I'm a whole lotta me, you should just be you

Somewhere in the middle, yeah

You a little bit off, you a little bit much

You a little bit strange, you a little messed up

You're a whole lotta "What the f*ck?"

Somewhere in the middle, yeah

You can find me—somewhere in the middle, yeah (You can find me)

You can find me—somewhere in the middle, yeah

You can find me—somewhere in the middle, yeah (You can find me)

You can find me



[Verse 2]

Yo, grew up, ain't a thing change

Too rich for my old friends

I wanna do cool sh*t with you, but you can't leave your job

It sucks having no ends, so I paid for 'em

Too far from my dad's house

I catch a flight then I'm right there, hm

I flew over my grandma's house, then remembered she's not there (damn)

In the club while they play my songs, see

People never heard it, they hating on me

I'm way too drunk, I got a temper like, "f**k everybody that don't know me! Blow me, bitch!"

Bad influence, so they say

But I know that I changed lives (changed lives)

Kids need truth, and I'm Paul Pierce (Paul Pierce)

Kids need answers, I'm AI (AI)

And I don't like the industry (f*ck that)

That's 'cause they never show me love (f*ck that)

I just count my money up, live my life, and take trips with a shoulder shrug

You couldn't hold my buzz if you was Andy (sheesh)

But yet they wanna judge me like Randy? (What?)

I'll take your American Idol who wanna rap and eat his ass like candy

Pause

Girl, this is the new edition, who you kiddin'?

Do envision, turn it into a daily sighting

Supposed to be rapping about drugs, but watching Survivor is more exciting

And I ain't hype no more, so I'ma be sure if you need me that I'm right here

I'm in a gray area with my girl and the beer

She spread her legs, I'ma 'bout to be