Dave Cappa - Meet Me In The Middle lyrics

[Hook - K.i.D] I want to go where no one knows Where no one knows who I am I want to be I want to be all by myself I want to keep All of the ones who truly make me happy If they want to leave Then they can go, I'll find someone else [Verse 1 - K.i.D] Hey, hey, hey, hey Well everyone tells me who I shouldn't be with And everyone tells me where, where I belong And I tell them that we could all be together And everyday everyone tells me I'm wrong But see, now I don't care 'cos it's unfair to tell me who I should love And who, I shouldn't care if they care that I'm never there Well I'm gonna stand right in the middle If you want to kick it then doggy you can And if you don't then I guess I won't Care about fitting you into my plans 'Cos I don't want everybody want me People think they own me, like stocks in a company I'mma make a circle of all the people I like And if you don't wanna be in it then you can take a... A hike [Hook] [Verse 2 - K.i.D] Well, opinions, opinions, opinions I hate them Especially when everybody, everybody makes them Like 'Oh this person's stupid' or 'Oh this person s**s' Could all of you pootie tang shut the f** up? 'Cos I don't give a, I don't give a I don't give an F-Word Pulling back and forth until you make a n***a's head hurt Too many people in my house, Hugh Hefner It seems that they all have nothing better to do Then have something to say about me and you Or her, or she, or him, or who? Whatever man it really doesn't matter I just need some freaking space, I think I'm gonna move to Saturn 'Cos I'm only getting madder, it's only a matter of a time Until my composure starts to decline This right here is where I draw the f**ing line, if you got a f**ing life Get the f** up out of mine, thank you [Hook] [Verse 3 - Samson] I am so alone, just me and my thoughts Phone rang so I pick up, oh No, a dude's on the line hating on me Like 'What religion are you?' I tell him I don't know no one faith over another, they're the same To me, God is like food on a plate I'm eating these beats, no food on my plate But back to the point, you need to hush up 'Cos all the judgment falls back on the lap, of the man who judged And I'm not one to bring, telling 'em that no one can bring me down But you can meet me in the middle Spitting that flame, put me underneath the griddle Cooking up beef, but there's really no beef How could there be, when the meats made above peace? Like me, and K.i May I, be free Hello, from the bull shh I wanna go where people show each other love, not hatred K.i.D, what up?