C Wil - somewhere / nowhere Lyrics

Feel like I'm trapped, feel like I'm trapped, feel like I'm trapped
Feel like I'm trapped, feel like I'm trapped, feel like I'm trapped
Feel like I'm trapped, feel like I'm trapped, feel like I'm trapped
Feel like I'm trapped, feel like I'm trapped, feel like I'm trapped
Feel like I'm trapped, feel like I'm trapped, feel like I'm trapped
Thoughts racin' now and they don't like to sit still
This a whole different monster that I rebuilt
I got one more in the chamber, y'all my road kill
Could pay a lot of bills for a dude y'all say got no skill
So what the f*ck y'all expect me to do?
I guess I'll hand y'all different brushes, go paint y'alls selves the fool
I stroke my ego little longer 'cause I'm really that dude
Feel like I should seclude away from all you miserable goons
But I'm
Somewhere in the middle now
I admit I lost my head but just a little now, little now
See y'all egos pretty brittle now
I cut 'em out, fillet 'em up, and watch 'em sizzle now, sizzle now
(Sizzle now)
I'm somewhere in the middle now
I admit I lost my head but just a little now, little now
See y'all egos pretty brittle now
I cut 'em out, fillet 'em up, and watch 'em sizzle now
Aye
Don't forget the H in front the town
The people all around me root for me
That's right dawg and my momma proud
I'm a slut when it comes to the beat selection, yeah I get around
F*ck around on any sound, that's my sound (that's my sound)
Like C-Willy why you actin' wild, runnin' 'round
Doin' stupid shit under the influence and duckin' crowds
Live for the chaos, have a positive thought, burn it down
Y'all give me my roses while I'm here, y'all keep those ugly crowns
I hope acknowledgment is this body of works only outcome
Was very not sober while I was makin' this album
People say how come?, I don't know just look where ideas sprout from
Couple mind erasers wipe myself clean of mistakes, can't count 'em
If you had a mind like mine, you wouldn't ask where I pull doubt from
Got enough noise up here to f*ck y'all up for life, and loud hums
Celebrate the little things while you're around 'em
Can't out do what can't be out done
And wherever y'all pull clout from
Man below me's where y'all shout from
But that's just life man, put one hand between her thighs and give it gas
Yeah she'll get ya where ya goin', but ya not comin' too fast
Talkin 'bout my career
Get ya mind out the gutter, hand me uppers
Yeah it's rainin' leaches
Good thing that I stuffed a Costco pack of rubbers in my gutter
This boy is pipin' hot please go and run and tell your mother
Yeah confess ya love for me right on the couch
Wait for that tear, and then you hug her
It's all greens at the red light
Man f*ck those stickers on ya bumper, aye (on ya bumper)
Yuh, man f*ck those stickers on ya bumper
Brilly send the pack on over, chop it like we Drake, Boi-1da
Industry better duck and run, lost my shit, go hide in bunkers
'Cause these drugs they popped a screw loose
Made me snap harder than Nutter Butters, brother
Ha, stupid
Aye, aye, stupid
Aye (stupid)
Aye
Had to give y'all my greatest work, 'cause I'm not gettin' any younger
Feel like I'm trapped, feel like I'm trapped, feel like I'm trapped
Feel like I'm trapped, feel like I'm trapped, feel like I'm trapped
Feel like I'm trapped, feel like I'm trapped, feel like I'm trapped
Where
Will I
Go
Next
Where
Will this
Go
Next (aye)
Trapped somewhere in the middle of nowhere, lookin' for scraps of food
I guess all you emcee's will do while I'm out in these desert dunes
What am I to do when I feel disrespected and skipped over
Like a mothaf*ckin interlude, people like this you?
For f*cks sake, for the twentieth time
Don't ask me stupid questions, what is the an interview?
You should know by now I really do this shit, then hit the swimmin' pool
Then get my girl nakey up inside the inner tube
But what's the rap game without a little ridicule
A bunch of people who not in my shoes
But still disapprove, but I refuse
To not get to the top spot
I'm in hot pursuit with my platoon
And all of y'all little comments
Can barley read 'em, minuscule
With my words I leave 'em dead like bullets out the chamber
Pussy, yeah you know just how I execute
I tell myself don't stress it
They miserable people Chris, that's why they testin' you
Can't fire bullets back at me, heart made of Kevlar, bulletproof
The only way to stop the boy is put the barrel flesh to my head
Pull the trigger, I'm not callin' truce
I'm runnin' down the doubters
With my hands on the wheel, right at ten and two
Yeah, y'all brought this on y'alls selves
Man I did just what I had to do, I had to do
Yeah I did just what I had to do
Enough of this conversation
Got your attention, let's resume
Ha, oh wait, no
The studio's kickin' me out
The albums done, I'm steppin' out the booth
Yeah
Aye, aye
Yuh
Feel like I'm trapped, feel like I'm trapped, feel like I'm trapped
Aye
Feel like I'm trapped, feel like I'm trapped
Somewhere in the middle of nowhere