Lyrics:
promise bitch I promise, promise
I ain't never need no help
Bitch I do better by myself
And I ain't gonna take it easy, so I'm down to give you hell
hearing voices, not like Judas Priest, mostly from the old guys like a whisper in the back, like Muddy Waters saying, 'It's all in the attack..."" Gonna be
he worked the land
By the sweat of his brow, the callus of the his hand
Couldn't do it by himself naw his kids had to help
All nine, all day, all
life I don't need em bye
I used to be a little bitch getting kicked around kicked kicked to the ground picked on by the whole town
Now I walk around
It's just Me against the world
Yeah I'm by Myself
Its me and my girl
I don't need no help
For someone Who's "irrelevant"
Y 'all give me lots
along
You never gave a fuck
White men
In fancy suits
Farmers
With muddy boots
Led by men
Who hide the truth
Hardly hear
It on the news
White men
In fancy
your love got me runnin', my heart starts-a drummin'
Yeah, my brain ain't broken, I need all your lovin'
Gonna smoke me a joint, gonna ride down
Crazy Chick
by Charlotte Church
I think I'm gonna need some therapy
Oh babe, I hope you got a PHD
Won't you lay me on your leather couch
I got
pill and I'm a gonna quiver
Come on cat take a trip with me
Where the water is muddy but my boots are clean
We're going on a trip where the sun don't
Do you wanna hear the song?
Okay
Ok
I want you with the mountains
I want you with the water
I want you with the trees
I can help you
I can help you
though i knew you were cheating i kept flying
I need someone to help me see through my own eyes
I dont need nobody to be by my side
You were the only one i
squeeze, please
Lord, I love you, I need you, yeah
Yeah, right by my side
I need you here by my side
But I can't help it baby
But I'll be home soon
I'm going back down to Florida.
And I'm gonna bowl me a perfect game.
I'm gonna cut off my leg down in Florida?
And I'm gonna dance one-legged off
style
Traveling one more midnight mile, yeah
I want a cold home or county
Where man must walk alone
That was the home of Muddy Waters
And they called him
style
Traveling one more midnight mile, yeah
I want a cold home or county
Where man must walk alone
That was the home of Muddy Waters
And they called him
can't lose my groove, oh
I hit my knees, I need some help, these niggas wan' put me on the news
This my testimony, oh, I been tired of runnin'
They
wearing all my blessings
I don't need a Rabbi
She come with you and leave with me
Thats a fucking crime
She see the water dripping on my Cartier
Now she
night
Cuz he was playin' in the fire and some muddy waters
He been struggling with this affliction since he was a toddler
He bein' honest that he hurt
To a parallel prize
The walks by faith
The sight lines lie
How am I gonna tag along
With one tin ear
And one glass eye?
Well I...
I can't get there
doc's, Martin don't love animals
Gonna go gorilla mode when fucked with by the criminals
Off the brim, off the record, my hat doesn't match the sweater
drive, hold on y'all gonna need a neck and shoulder brace
My journey been a bumpy road with so many head on collisions they couldn't hold this weight
I
need
You're gonna need my help someday
Well, if you can't quit your sinnin'
Please quit your lowdown ways
Well, you can run down to the White House
You
We gonna slide, On them fours here
Up in the D
We gonna show you how it goes here
Up in the D
You don't wanna see my bros here
Up in the D
Man all
This town was built on muddy stilts
By the lunatic parade
Well, it rains like Revelations
Gonna wash these freaks away
Some girls wanna hold your
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