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Down the Middle
85
Reggae
Down the Middle was released on January 25, 2026 by P.M Quinns as a part of the album I See Me, I See You - EP
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Release DateJanuary 25, 2026
LabelP.M Quinns
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM155

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
P.M Quinns
P.M Quinns
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
P.M Quinns
P.M Quinns
Songwriter

Lyrics

Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Mmm
De way di orchard blooms
Reeling in her own breath
A dame's heart yearns and pines
'Cause in her grand designs
Fate a will for her torment
Mmm, and a fluster in dissent
'Cause when he strokes his fiddle
Gyal a melt down di middle
For him that see her not
She a hurt, but she hurt for naught
When he strokes his fiddle
Gyal a melt down di middle
For him that see her not
She a hurt, but she hurt for naught
Her unguarded heart stirs
For what could never be hers
Him for whom her heart sings
Whose fingers dance 'pon strings
'Cause when he strokes his fiddle
Gyal a melt down di middle
For him that see her not
She a hurt, but she hurt for naught
When he strokes his fiddle
Gyal a melt down di middle
For him that see her not
She a hurt, but she hurt for naught
She a watch him from afar
Her heart thus left so ajar
Wishing and hoping unseen
Trapped somewhere in between
And her frail heart plays on
Her life in love so far gone
Yielded for an idea
'Cause when he strokes his fiddle
Gyal a melt down di middle
For him that see her not
She a hurt, but she hurt for naught
When he strokes his fiddle
Gyal a melt down di middle
For him that see her not
She a hurt, but she hurt for naught
And she a hold on still
To hope that could never bear
To nurse a love unsought
Her conceits with him so wrought
She a hanker for naught much
But di fiddle has lost time
'Cause when he strokes his fiddle
Gyal a melt down di middle
For him that see her not
She a hurt, but she hurt for naught
When he strokes his fiddle
Gyal a melt down di middle
For him that see her not
She a hurt, but she hurt for naught
'Cause when he strokes his fiddle
(Gyal a melt down di middle)
Gyal a melt down di middle
(For him that see her not)
She a hurt, but she hurt for naught
(When he strokes his fiddle)
(Gyal a melt down di middle)
Oh-oh-oh-oh
(For him that see her not)
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Mmm
Written by: P.M Quinns
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