Somewhere In Between - Token

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 catching up about, like

What country you in?

What house you been staying 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 standoffish

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

Yeah, ayy

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 sixty thousand 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 feeling 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