There is more than one artist named A.K.:
1) A.K. is one third of th… Read Full Bio ↴There is more than one artist named A.K.:
1) A.K. is one third of the rap trio Do or Die, from Chicaco, Illinois.
2) AK is a pop/R&B singer born and raised within the suburb of Maplewood, NJ. She began focusing on her singing career at the tender age of 12 after receiving the tragic news that her dad was diagnosed with cancer. Singing and listening to music countless hours of the day helped relieve her from the stress of her father's medical situation. During the last stages of his illness, AK serenaded her father with Mariah Carey's "Butterfly." It was his admiration towards her vocal talent that led her to continue the singing path as a way to help others get through their everyday struggles.
In the 8th grade, AK formed a group, Sweet, and wrote her first song, Just Look. Branching off before high school, she hit the studio to record her first original solo song, Dreamin, at the age of 14. A.K. finally realized how powerful her singing was while attending Columbia High School, alma Mata of Lauryn Hill. While at Columbia High School, she joined the MLK Gospel Choir and was chosen as the lead vocalist although she was the only white member. Despite being one of the few choir members who were not of color, there was never a racial barrier between A.K. and the rest of the choir. While there, she was accepted by everyone despite race, gender, age due to her vocal capability.
Her musical influences are Christina Aguilera, Mariah Carey, Whitney Houston, and Aretha Franklin. People have already compared A.K. to a younger version of Christina Aguilera with her powerful voice. A.K. is determined to achieve any goal. She is always up for a challenge and proves that she has true determination. From putting in 12 hours a day in the studio, she proves that hard work pays off. In 2007, A.K. won first place in the R&B genre at "Faces in the Crowd" in New York City.
From singing her heart to the world to expressing herself through her dance moves, A.K. is a well-rounded performer with a true essence of Pop with a strong undeniable R&B sound.
1) A.K. is one third of th… Read Full Bio ↴There is more than one artist named A.K.:
1) A.K. is one third of the rap trio Do or Die, from Chicaco, Illinois.
2) AK is a pop/R&B singer born and raised within the suburb of Maplewood, NJ. She began focusing on her singing career at the tender age of 12 after receiving the tragic news that her dad was diagnosed with cancer. Singing and listening to music countless hours of the day helped relieve her from the stress of her father's medical situation. During the last stages of his illness, AK serenaded her father with Mariah Carey's "Butterfly." It was his admiration towards her vocal talent that led her to continue the singing path as a way to help others get through their everyday struggles.
In the 8th grade, AK formed a group, Sweet, and wrote her first song, Just Look. Branching off before high school, she hit the studio to record her first original solo song, Dreamin, at the age of 14. A.K. finally realized how powerful her singing was while attending Columbia High School, alma Mata of Lauryn Hill. While at Columbia High School, she joined the MLK Gospel Choir and was chosen as the lead vocalist although she was the only white member. Despite being one of the few choir members who were not of color, there was never a racial barrier between A.K. and the rest of the choir. While there, she was accepted by everyone despite race, gender, age due to her vocal capability.
Her musical influences are Christina Aguilera, Mariah Carey, Whitney Houston, and Aretha Franklin. People have already compared A.K. to a younger version of Christina Aguilera with her powerful voice. A.K. is determined to achieve any goal. She is always up for a challenge and proves that she has true determination. From putting in 12 hours a day in the studio, she proves that hard work pays off. In 2007, A.K. won first place in the R&B genre at "Faces in the Crowd" in New York City.
From singing her heart to the world to expressing herself through her dance moves, A.K. is a well-rounded performer with a true essence of Pop with a strong undeniable R&B sound.
Middleman
A.K. Lyrics
Too hood for the good kids, too good for the hood ones
Too black for the white kids, too white for the black ones
Too dumb for the smart kids, to smart for the dumb ones
Ya, middleman, middleman, middleman
Middleman, middleman, middleman hey
Too lame for the cool kids, too cool for the lame ones
Too hurt for the hot girls, to hot for the hurt ones
Too poor for the rich kids, too rich for the poor ones
Ya, middleman, middleman, middleman
Middleman, middleman hey
Somebody please tell me how a brown kid gets to the white house
When nobody really even wanna let a brown kid into a frat house
Half the country hates me this election made it way clear
Too American for India, too Indian to stay here
I used to sleep at night hoping I wake up as someone else
Kids at school didn't really fuck with the way my Amma's cooking smelled
And they say
Your clothes look funny, your house smells like curry, your movies are dumb
Man they even got the brown boys and girls
Talking shit about the countries that they're from, bruh!
They used to ask our women 'bout the dot on their faces
Now these same girls rockin' bindis when they head to Calvin Harris
They used to make my sister cry about it after school
I don't hate you, I just hate the way you pick and choose what's cool
I get randomly selected for every flight that I'm in
Even when I fly United, I still fly divided
Next time you pat me down and make me late for my flight
Im'a make sure that y'all pronounce my family's name right, god damn!
Too hood for the good kids, too good for the hood ones
Too black for the white kids, too white for the black ones
Too dumb for the smart kids, to smart for the dumb ones
Ya, middleman, middleman, middleman
Middleman, middleman, middleman hey
Too lame for the cool kids, too cool for the lame ones
Too hurt for the hot girls, to hot for the hurt ones
Too poor for the rich kids, too rich for the poor ones
Ya, middleman, middleman, middleman
Middleman, middleman hey
I'ma do it for the time that my uncle's boss called him a dirty Indian
Do it for the time when they look at the guy with the turban when they feel turbulence
For the brown girls that wish they looked more like Jennifer Aniston
For the times that I felt like it's just me, myself, and I and all my melanin
For every single time they made fun of my daddy's accent
For every single job that they said my fam was stealing
Every woman raise your drinks to the glass window
Put those middle fingers high 'til they shatter glass ceilings
I'ma show up on your TV screens
I'ma be best friends with Aziz
My shit finna pop on MTV
I'ma make these white kids envy me
I'ma bring home a Grammy plaque
Put it right next to me India flag
Put it right to my Warriors hat
And put the whole thang on Instagram
For every time I felt like I don't know where my home is
For every time my dad got overlooked for a promotion
For every time they ask
No but like where are you really from?
I'm from the Bay, I'm from the Bay
Where we go hyphy and where we go dumb, boy, rrraaaa!
Too hood for the good kids, too good for the hood ones
Too black for the white kids, too white for the black ones
Too dumb for the smart kids, to smart for the dumb ones
Ya, middleman, middleman, middleman
Middleman, middleman, middleman hey
Too lame for the cool kids, too cool for the lame ones
Too hurt for the hot girls, to hot for the hurt ones
Too poor for the rich kids, too rich for the poor ones
Ya, middleman, middleman
Middleman, middleman, middleman hey
Middleman hey
Middleman, middleman
Ya, middleman hey
Middleman, middleman
Middleman hey
Middleman, middleman
Middleman hey
Yeah, middleman woo!
Too black for the white kids, too white for the black ones
Too dumb for the smart kids, to smart for the dumb ones
Ya, middleman, middleman, middleman
Middleman, middleman, middleman hey
Too lame for the cool kids, too cool for the lame ones
Too hurt for the hot girls, to hot for the hurt ones
Too poor for the rich kids, too rich for the poor ones
Ya, middleman, middleman, middleman
Middleman, middleman hey
Somebody please tell me how a brown kid gets to the white house
When nobody really even wanna let a brown kid into a frat house
Half the country hates me this election made it way clear
Too American for India, too Indian to stay here
I used to sleep at night hoping I wake up as someone else
Kids at school didn't really fuck with the way my Amma's cooking smelled
And they say
Your clothes look funny, your house smells like curry, your movies are dumb
Man they even got the brown boys and girls
Talking shit about the countries that they're from, bruh!
They used to ask our women 'bout the dot on their faces
Now these same girls rockin' bindis when they head to Calvin Harris
They used to make my sister cry about it after school
I don't hate you, I just hate the way you pick and choose what's cool
I get randomly selected for every flight that I'm in
Even when I fly United, I still fly divided
Next time you pat me down and make me late for my flight
Im'a make sure that y'all pronounce my family's name right, god damn!
Too hood for the good kids, too good for the hood ones
Too black for the white kids, too white for the black ones
Too dumb for the smart kids, to smart for the dumb ones
Ya, middleman, middleman, middleman
Middleman, middleman, middleman hey
Too lame for the cool kids, too cool for the lame ones
Too hurt for the hot girls, to hot for the hurt ones
Too poor for the rich kids, too rich for the poor ones
Ya, middleman, middleman, middleman
Middleman, middleman hey
I'ma do it for the time that my uncle's boss called him a dirty Indian
Do it for the time when they look at the guy with the turban when they feel turbulence
For the brown girls that wish they looked more like Jennifer Aniston
For the times that I felt like it's just me, myself, and I and all my melanin
For every single time they made fun of my daddy's accent
For every single job that they said my fam was stealing
Every woman raise your drinks to the glass window
Put those middle fingers high 'til they shatter glass ceilings
I'ma show up on your TV screens
I'ma be best friends with Aziz
My shit finna pop on MTV
I'ma make these white kids envy me
I'ma bring home a Grammy plaque
Put it right next to me India flag
Put it right to my Warriors hat
And put the whole thang on Instagram
For every time I felt like I don't know where my home is
For every time my dad got overlooked for a promotion
For every time they ask
No but like where are you really from?
I'm from the Bay, I'm from the Bay
Where we go hyphy and where we go dumb, boy, rrraaaa!
Too hood for the good kids, too good for the hood ones
Too black for the white kids, too white for the black ones
Too dumb for the smart kids, to smart for the dumb ones
Ya, middleman, middleman, middleman
Middleman, middleman, middleman hey
Too lame for the cool kids, too cool for the lame ones
Too hurt for the hot girls, to hot for the hurt ones
Too poor for the rich kids, too rich for the poor ones
Ya, middleman, middleman
Middleman, middleman, middleman hey
Middleman hey
Middleman, middleman
Ya, middleman hey
Middleman, middleman
Middleman hey
Middleman, middleman
Middleman hey
Yeah, middleman woo!
Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Anand Kuchibotla
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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