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Back in the mud been in I confess, I'm so here There's nothing you can do to make me away, away, away
He's just that country boy, slick, pit bull temperament At the Pony, at the Flame, either way an event If it's me consider it more a coincidence Even they mumble at me sucka's keep they distances K, hey, what's that, they say Hip hop redneck that's a place Say what you comfortable Wit me 'cause I like it How a road-dwellin' urban music pioneer Turn it up, let it bang, run wit me I bet you too much to make it float, never will I let it sink So we invented it for our youth and generous Hopin' my moment passed, I can see no end of it Twenty-five, like I was born yesterday Lovin' life, right, earnin' every breath I take Standin' in the mud 'cause it seem to pay me well Playin' wit my not-so-distant from the A-T-L
Back in the mud I've in I confess, I'm so here There's nothing you can do to make me away, away, away
Press it up, it out, call the Pony, rent it out Everything I am today is what I been about Athens, resident, native of LaGrange though I don't love the state, "Buddy, say it ain't so" Now all of a sudden, in fact, quite the opposite I'm lovin' y'all from Brunswick up to the Can't forget about my Betty and DaLonica They put the X's at the end of Andy's moniker How could I run from everything that me Know that all the I get's appreciated greatly Now I'm on the brink of something truly Bubba's international but still he kept it Tryin' to my mama proud We can laugh and see the Gotta make sure loaded gun, next CD is in your file Each and everyone of my talented associates get's what they short of that's appropriate
Back in the mud I've in I confess, I'm so happy There's nothing you can do to me stay away, away, away
Kitchen cup, fill it up, soap don't to us If you're broke do what you can, that is still enough Help us out, if rich, 'cause we funna hit your bitch Just by the store and grab a case of that and six of this Hey Betty, get ready 'cause your in route Let her join the beat club, keep that trim out Hvae her screamin' "New South" pullin' "lewd" out He always wonder what you doing, let him who now At the end of the day I have no regrets Got it done on every and I ain't even focused yet At the bottom of the swimmin' wit them mud cats If you die, man I'm "soowee" for a grudge match it out, L-E-G, E-N-D I still believe Whatever goal God set for me indeed I achieve In this or in the next, whther drinkin' gin or Beck's Bubba bring it home, conceal it, and send the checks
in the mud I've been in I confess, I'm so happy There's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away,
in the mud I've been in I confess, I'm so here There's nothing you can do to me stay away, away, away