Somewhere In Between

Yeah
 No matter what plane I'm inside of and what ocean I'm on top of
 Distance from everything is still the problem
 Everyone I need is down thousands of feet
 And everyone who's with me now, I pay 'em to be
 I'm in Germany with merch money in my lap
 But all I think about is my mom is home with a bad back
 And every Monday she's hunched over, draggin' out the trash
 That should be me
 But she won't say it 'cause she don't want to distract
 I don't even talk to dad, I think that whole thing is ruined
 He don't reach out 'cause he just feels like he's intruding
 But I don't reach out
 'Cause every time we catch up it's so obvious
 These are things we shouldn't just be catchin' up about, like
 What country you in?
 What house you been stayin' in?
 What's your manager's name again?
 How much you payin' him?
 I don't blame him though, I don't keep him up to speed
 If I'm not a bad son, I'm probably somewhere in between
 Now when I get recognized in public, they say I'm standoff-ish
 Really I'm just awkward when I'm talking
 When you see how shy I am, you probably think that I ain't poppin'
 So when you call my name, don't call it again if I ain't respondin'
 But my producer hang with artists who are way bigger than me
 And they get recognized every time in the street
 So when I'm with my producer out to eat
 I pray a fan approaches so I can make him say
 "True, he's doing his thing too"
 Shit I ain't famous, guess I'm somewhere in between
 If I was famous, I wouldn't have to promote my song on this livestream
 'Cause my manager told me to, he said my plays aren't the best
 So I fake a smile to hundreds of fans like
 "It's my fastest growing yet! Look I'm happy, don't forget!"
 Mom's back is broke again
 Still tryna get me off pills that control the stress
 How I'm supposed to tell my older sister that I'm still depressed?
 With merch money in my lap, but she ain't made a fucking dollar yet
 Today I read a comment telling me that I'm a gimmick
 With controversial storylines to get attention
 A few fans came to my defense like, "We were boys"
 I wanted to tell those fans that maybe he has a point
 I wrote a song about a kid who got bullied, it's called "Exception"
 And the part I didn't mention was Andy was a real person
 And someone I befriended
 Then I left him for another group of friends who used to torment him
 I made money of off "Exception" and off of Andy
 In interviews they treated me like a hero
 I wrote a song about how fucked up social media was
 And started dating a chick who wanted me to post her to get her followers up
 So no matter how many fuckin' comments that I read
 Tellin' me how much that I've helped them to grow and follow their dreams
 I'ma still feel like a coward, the hero just ain't me
 But to make them feel better, just tell them I'm somewhere in between
 Between somewhere
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 Aye
 Success is coming in heavy, I think I'm changing already
 My life is intimidating so friends just want to impress me
 Some wear Supreme to impress, some bring a gun to impress me
 But none of that does impress me
 Whether if it's love or envy
 Mark was tryin' to get me with Em, I told him I wasn't ready
 Maybe that was a mistake
 Maybe I would've blown up already
 Wonder if Interscope was mad that I didn't pick up when they called again
 Subliminal disses from legends are still compliments
 Tour money had me talkin' shit
 'Til I spend 60 thousands on clothes and went broke
 Manager screamed at me, watch your tone
 See, when couple thousand in the crowd tell me yes
 It's hard to tell me no
 I'm still in Germany with merch money in my lap, bitch
 I'm countin' it even if I already double checked
 There's no better feelin' than holding your parents rent
 I know I could still fail, but they only see success
 And I'm somewhere in between it
 This plane is too high, you can't reach it
 No service, no service, no service, I got no plan
 Ain't nobody knockin' on my door except the post man