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 ♪ Yeah ♪ 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