't care. give into what I've been fighting. it brings me to my knees. using my own strength I've failed, please... pull me out of the mud. crawling and
Clean that evil mud out your soul Sweet heaven save me from that candle Burned it up it burned, it stank so strong Of hell fire Heaven can only know
I'm hitting easy street on mud tires, let's ride I'm chilling on a dirt road Laid back, swerving like I'm George Jones Smoke rolling out the window
fault? Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out names
that I'm able to sympathize I'm happier to see it gone Floating above your house like a penguin Dropping cherries from my mouth Tapping the walnuts and the shadows out
Baby, what you got goin' on Saturday? You know, words got it, there's gonna be a party, Out of town about half a mile. Four wheel drives and big mud tires
fought the wrong guy, left with a black eye, we had to pull him off Talked Beth and Sue out of their daisy dukes and into a skinny dip We'd be worn out
My familia is so priceless, nigga, you understand me? Either you with us, or you ain't with us Either you in the huddle or you out the huddle Either
money Young money bitch we bout this big money Uptown livin' legends poppin' bottles blowin' hundreds Catch me in this mud bitch strapped in this mud
My familia is so priceless nigga You understand me? Either you with us Or you ain't with us Either you in the huddle Or you out the huddle Either you
dirty like we running in the mud We 7:30 livewires Unplug off the chain, utterly untame Put the gun to your frame, bitch a bloodstain Hard to come out
marching soldiers in the rain As on to war they rode A long thin line of human mind Damnation as their load In the mud in coldness dark He'd shiver out
living in the mud You say there is no order You say there is no cause You say there is no reason to find Happiness at all Call me home Is anybody out
, Lord have mercy now Master, will you take a roll in the mud Like you know you should? The old barnyard, the old barnyard Birds and the chick, ooh-wee Who's got to watch out
me Loco That's for armed trafficking, don't make me pull that 4-4 Ask you what you laughing at, represent that mud life Dirty money, bitch, you better get your mud
grade's too steep, her engine's sure to blow And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control She's more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know. Murphy sure out
looked for kin And the blind man, he looks grim 'Cause he sees there's nothing that he can do They pumped up the mud and they chunked out water They
trip to Mexico Eliza waiting by the door I can't stay here anymore, no, no, no, no Then she took a pill She washed her feet in the mud She said, "Look out
