Average Sweet Spot YoungBuck (Fire Cut)

[Start] [Intro – Bright Acoustic Guitar / Upright Bass Walk / Soft Trumpets Answer] [Spoken] Listen... Everybody wants to be the best. Though, some folks ARE tryin' real hard to be the absolute worst. Me? I found a nice little chair right in the middle. Got good shade. Low expectations. And a beautiful view. (Hey!)(Aiieee!) (Whoo!) [Verse 1] Above average folks get watched too close Every move got a spotlight on Win one time and they want ten more Like restin' is against the law Below par gets a rough road too Folks talk loud when you stumble through But right in the middle? Man, that's where I stand Hat pulled low With a cold drink in my hand Nobody askin' me to save the day Nobody shocked if I walk away But give me one small chance And one clean line I can step from the crowd And look mighty fine [Pre-Chorus] I ain't the thunder I ain't the rain I'm that little breeze That still cools down the plain I ain't the hero I ain't the clown I'm the one you don't see Till I turn it around (Hey!) (Whoo!) [Chorus] I'm average, baby Right in the sweet spot Not too cold Not too hot I can hide in the noise I can shine in the light A tiny little spark Makes me look real bright Average, baby Middle of the song Nothing too fancy Nothing gone wrong You can keep that pressure I don't need no throne Average is a blessing I don't want no mo' [Verse 2] I ain't first picked I ain't last called I'm the "Hey, you wanna?" At the edge of the wall I don't need fireworks Just one good match One small rhythm That my boots can catch Let the big dogs bark Let the show-offs spin I'm already smilin' When the night walks in 'Cause nobody expects A parade from me So one trumpet note Feels like victory One joke lands Now I'm funny all night One good dance Now they swear I got flight That's the blessing Of a regular name Small effort hits hard When they don't know your game [Pre-Chorus] I ain't the rooster Wakin' up town I'm the screen door creak When the sun goes down I ain't the headline I ain't the news I'm the quiet good time That sneaks up on you [Chorus] I'm average, baby Right in the sweet spot Not too cold Not too hot I can hide in the noise I can shine in the light A tiny little spark Makes me look real bright Average, baby Middle of the song Nothing too fancy Nothing gone wrong You can keep that pressure I don't need that throne Average is a blessing I don't want no mo' (Hey!)(Aiieee!) [Break – Trumpets Brighten / Handclaps / Boot-Stomp Rhythm] [Spoken] See, that's the trick. If everybody thinks you're regular... regular becomes a disguise. Then you do one smooth thing and folks act like you invented balance. Which, apparently, somebody needed to do. [Verse 3] I can stand in the crowd When the crowd gets loud Disappear like dust In a sunlit cloud No giant target Painted on my back No trophy case That I gotta keep stacked But when the room needs liftin' I can lift just enough When the day gets heavy I can lighten it up Bring one guitar To a quiet street Tap one boot And find one beat That's how average Starts to glow Not by bein' more Just lettin' folks know That ordinary hands Can still clap strong And ordinary hearts Can still carry songs [Bridge – Beat Pulls Back / Warm Guitar / Gentle Trumpet] Maybe that's the beauty Nobody writes down The middle holds the edges When they all fold out The stars get names But the sky does the work The loud wheel shines But the axle don't shirk I ain't mad at the great ones Let 'em fly that high I ain't mockin' the low ones We all scrape by But me, I'm somewhere steady Where the livin' feels real With enough room to rest And enough room to feel [pause] And when I finally shine... it don't look rented. It looks earned. [Final Chorus – Full Band / Big Warm Finish] I'm average, baby Right in the sweet spot Not too cold Not too hot (Aiieee!) (Whoo!) I can hide in the noise I can shine in the light A tiny little spark Makes me look real bright Average, baby Middle of the song Nothing too fancy Nothing gone wrong You can keep that pressure I don't need that throne Average is a blessing I don't want no mo' I'm average, baby Plain as the day Till the horns kick bright And the dust gives way One little move One little chance One little grin One little dance Average ain't empty Average ain't small It's the sweet spot, baby Where I can be it all [Outro – Spoken / Guitar And Trumpet Tag] So if you're lookin' for the best... try two doors down. If you're lookin' for perfect... good luck with that illness. Me? I'm right here in the middle... comfortable... dangerous... and only mildly supervised. (Hey!)(Aiieee!) (Whoo!) [End]