To get to the top you must come back to the middle When will we learn, to come back to the middle Come back to the middle, Come back to the middle Don
faithful Never turn your back on mother (Never turn your back) Never turn your back on mother (Never turn your back) Never turn your back on mother earth (Never turn your back
Back to the middle, I'm gonna be high Back to the middle, when I've had enough I will fly Back to the middle, passengers please stand by Back to the middle
would involve new kinds of laws and subtlety Are you ready for this? Wait, you're not one to say, I don't blame you Wait, the hooks coming back
get to the top you must come back to the middle When will we learn, to come back to the middle Come back to the middle, Come back to the middle Don?t
with money 'round the corner And I woulda gone along but she took me by the hand To the house in the middle of the hill In the middle of the hill, in the middle
who loves the way I knock on her boots Well let's help them back Let's handle that In two-to-six hours, We'll meet back here and regroup Now let's
Stop that, lock that, work it in place You the best, shawty, don't be scared Let loose get a Louis like hers You the truth, get money, it's yours Back
's I don't feel I've done enough so I'mma keep on doin' this shit La Tucci or Young Tunafish Yeah, I'm goin' back in I lost my mind, it's somewhere
with no pants on Meet me in the back with the jack and the jukebox So cut to the chase kid 'Cause I know you don't care what my middle name is I wanna
you So take me down, take me down You hurt me But do I deserve this? You make me so nervous Calm me down, calm me down Wake you up In the middle of
coming back full circle And I can't jump the track Can't let you go-o-o-o Tied to one So I keep on coming back full circle 'Cause I know you'll come
Just like a go, go, go, ghost Watch me go, go, go, ghost Now I'm gone in your photograph I bet you wish you could get me back Now I'm stuck in your memory
at your back door All this time how could you not know? Baby, you belong with me, you belong with me Oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle
with the old me no you fucking wasnt Youre such a fucking loser He didnt even go to class Bueller Trade the Grammy plaques just to have my granny back
there? Is it still me baby? Take off your night wear And lay your pretty body in the middle of your bed As I place myself in the middle of your legs
' at first It's time to explain My mind's been in reverse But now I think back when nobody cared And you was there just to roll by your man And came back
up on the mic with a passion Get up on some pads Gwen, my chick get her ass in For the track, make my money Bring it on back to the middle of the flo