Middle of the Fire (Explicit)

(intro)(bpm72)(half)(dark)(pad)(sub)(rise)

(v1)(low)(talk)(raw)
I’m just tryna keep the fucking lights on tonight
Water barely running, bills stacked to the sky
Everybody hungry, everybody stressed
Everybody calling me like I got answers left

I’m the one they dump it on when shit goes wrong
Every fight, every problem, I’m the fucking bond
Everybody talking shit about everyone else
I’m so busy fixing them, I don’t fix myself

(pc)(build)(tense)(lift)
I don’t get a break, I don’t get a breath
I carry all this weight till there’s nothing left

(ch)(drop)(808)(hit)(wide)
I’m stuck in the middle of the fire again
Trying not to drown while I save all my friends
If I stop moving, everything breaks
This game called life don’t play it safe
I’m holding the line till my hands go numb
Trying to be everything I’ve never become
If I fall tonight, I fall alone
I’m stuck in the middle of the fire, holding on

(post)(ride)(sub)

(v2)(low)(grit)(raw)
One car, same fights, same broke days
Same old bullshit, different names
Everybody yelling, everybody mad
And somehow I’m the villain when it all goes bad

I don’t eat first, I don’t drink first
I ignore my body, I bury the hurt
Yeah I’m an alcoholic, yeah I get sick
But I make sure they’re good before I take a sip

(pc)(build)(rise)(drum)
I lie to myself and say I’m fine
But I’m running on fumes and out of time

(ch)(drop)(808)(hit)(wide)
I’m stuck in the middle of the fire again
Trying not to snap while I save all my friends
If I slow down, everything breaks
This game called life don’t play it safe
I’m holding the line till my hands go numb
Trying to be everything I’ve never become
If I fall tonight, I fall alone
I’m stuck in the middle of the fire, holding on

(br)(cut)(pause)(echo)
(drop)
What the fuck do you do
When doing right still fucks you too

(br2)(raw)(truth)
I got kids that need a daddy, not a ghost
Not a man at the bottom of a bottle losing hope
They can’t see me like this, barely alive
So I fake that smile and tell ’em I’m fine

Some nights I think about dirty ways
Fast money, bad moves, criminal plays
I’m tired of losing, tired of being broke
Tired of being strong when I’m barely afloat

(ch)(final)(big)(808)(choir)
I’m stuck in the middle of the fire again
Trying to survive without losing my head
If I keep standing, maybe I win
Maybe one day I let my kids back in
I don’t want a crown, I don’t want fame
Just solid ground and less fucking pain
If I make it out, they’ll never know
How close I was to letting go

(out)(strip)(fade)(sub)
Still here
Still breathing
Still fighting this shit

dark modern country-rap, explicit, 72 bpm, half-time, heavy 808s, big drops, cinematic build, raspy male vocal