back to mud - gar greatest at rapping lyrics
[intro: gar]
f*cked me up a lot
this sh*t, f*ck, i’m off the mud
not again, not again gar why you doing this
[verse 1: gar]
that mud f*cked me up a lot
i was stirring it up so hard that i d*mn near spilled the pot
mixing dirt with the toilet water and pray i don’t get caught
every night i’m out of mud cause i smoked all that i got
that sh*t made me hear voices in my brain
cause i was smoking sniffing sipping it until i’m feeling pain
a quarter ounce of mud do more than a brick of cocaine
but i don’t care i need the mud to make me high
i haven’t felt sober since the first day of july
i need to cry, my eyes are dry, i’m flying in the sky
but i didn’t see god up there so i don’t care if i die
i needed monеy and told god to make it happen
but he didn’t listеn to me so i guess i’m stuck to rapping
and my lyrics aren’t capping if i say i died i did
when i’m smoking mud i don’t care who the f*ck calls me mid
i normally smoke or inject the best mud in town
but last night i tried some fake ass mud that wasn’t even brown
at first i was going up but from then on it was only down
i had some wild ass trip where i was murdered by a clown
i woke up covered in blood said what the f*ck did i just do
i got some of it on my white three year old pair of shoes
and i was so high from the mud that i didn’t smell the poo
that i had stuffed inside this blunt said f*ck it and smoked it too
disregarding last night the mud makes me elegant
oh he smoking fake mud? he either rich or irrelevant
stuff the feces in a blunt bigger than a f*cking elephant
smoked it listening to gar and it made me more intelligent
that mud ain’t complicated like a rubik’s cube
i’d recommend getting high watching scarce on youtube
if you’re not from the marble that might sound kind of complicated
i got ancestry in sweden oliver and i related
side effect of mud is dehydration i need me some water
and i’m calling her my niece if oliver gets him a daughter
finding 100% pure mud is like winning the lottery
i handle the mud like clay and get to learning pottery
i need the pee raw, beat raw, mud raw
and if i was the president i’d make smoking mud the law
and if i was muslim i’d be smoking feces with allah
i’m laughing with the mud a*ha*ha, ha*ha*ha
i’m finish smoking up this p**p and clean up all the blood
and i’m drowning in the pee like the jungle it’s a flood
overdose pass out land on the floor with a thud
it’s been gar greatest at rapping better get back to the mud
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