Lyrics:
Yeah, nigga
I'm still fuckin' with ya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E.
'99, nigga, guess who's back
Still, still doin' that
(Badmon)
Uh
Lookin' at my generation
Overdosed on blue pills, caught up in the Matrix
Gotta spread love though 'cause its a lot of hatred
Know it's
love you)
All, baby girl, I'd trade it all
Even give up my good green (harmony)
All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (is you by my side)
All,
mom had the rain drops
Orignial rolling stone something like muddy waters
Doubled back for another seed he can't stop
We all here
Its a blessing
reach’d upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
THE LADY OF SHALOTT.
Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall
Muddy waters and muddy pops
Man I had the blues
We was stuck inside the trenches
It was serious
Violence murder drugs
We got addicted
I always been
water I don't know
Won't you take this ride with me babe
I'm good to go
The sun rises , you're laying by my side
Your sweet dreams still
Yeah, nigga
I'm still fuckin' with ya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E.
'99, nigga, guess who's back
Still, still doin' that
cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased to have
cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased to have
been cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased
cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased to have
been cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
things that I've ever done
I probably should pick that cup back up"
First thing first ,Perc' popper
Drink always muddy
Flooded, crushed ice in
I want to tell you where my blues was born
Drivin'south sittin' by your side
If something's wrong you can fly a plane
You know the secrets of Muddy
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
This is about two cats
They're sittin' down by a river in the swamps
They're sitting on a log
One of them is kind of a big fellow
And the other
Waiting for them to change your mind
Rocking horses they float on by
They float on by
Cigarette butts
Roll past Muddy Waters
Famous Fireman Red
Calls them
and silence meet
Blue waters of Santa Maria
Sanctuary, where the oceans still breed
Then day comes to an end
And twilight's falling
Fishermen are gathering by
the Memphis blues
Baby I was born a few miles from that muddy water
I was raised a few feet from a cotton field
We used to run down the gravel road without our
I been chasing him a long time
Gotta fight hard in the meantime
The bloody water's getting knee high
Grim reapers don't die then why am I begging for
started to strum
And I wrote this song for her
I drove my truck through the muddy water stream
Grabbed myself a cup of dark Jim Beam
I said honey where you
what you ain't
I been baptized in muddy waters, but that don't make me a saint
We were running from the cops, barged in on this old-time band
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