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But fuck that shit I'm jumpin' in
Barefooted I can't waste no time
Raised up in them fuckin' pines
Open fields and dirt roads
Got that muddy water

Dog & A Fox

Foxy Brown

Chyna Doll

1999

Uh, uh
Let's do it, we're startin'
Uh, come on boogie boogie, uh, uh
Lets do it, let's do it, DMX, come on

I been playin' bitches all my life,

And they all think they're reety-alright
And they're ready to boogie cause
The sign outside says it's wet T-Shirt Nite
'N they all crave some pink delight

up this South Atlantic Coast
Brackish muddy water never felt so warm

These toes of mine so tickled by the prickles of the fingers
Of a tidepool who

water to the coffin
I asked "is there anyone worried where we're walking"
They replied "of course" but I see it in the eyes it's the money talking
Muddy

at
I got all my demons mad
But no they not comin back
I know there'll always be new ones
I know I can't see the future
Diamonds in my soul water
You know

South Side, Muddy Waters' band
Yeah, he played with soul and grace
Otis Spann's covered in an unmarked grave

Lunch hour comes with no fanfare
Sunglasses

telling when imma blow
So I stick to the course on the muddy road
Till the money show
Money show
Man ain't no telling when imma blow
Jump in that water

Sweet Southern Comfort

Buddy Jewell

Buddy Jewell

2003

with Judge Lee
Playin' checkers at the gin
When I dream about the southland
This is where it all begins (from)

Carolina down to Georgia
Smell

going to hell and back again
Angel numbers in my head, repent to the most high, back again
By myself, by myself, i pour the water on top my head
Just know

Part Time Suckers

Boogie Down Productions

By All Means Necessary

1988

and times of someone else
It doesn't benefit your wealth or your mental health
I go for self, but the real self is one with all
This self who's by himself

Sweet Southern Comfort

Unlinked Artist

Country Hits, Vol. 167

2003

with Judge Lee
Playin' checkers at the gin
When I dream about the southland
This is where it all begins (from)

Carolina down to Georgia
Smell

and deluded tongues. 
In disarray you thrive, it reassures you. 
An endless smouldering fire to quench or fuel.
 
Drinking from the muddy waters, wash away our

Muddy water runnin' through my veins
Doesn't matter all the hell I'm raisin' 
The Holy Spirit still carries me
Brought up by the sons and daughters

"fuck this, fuck o-line," man
Shut the fuck up

When I drop some bars, they all know I write 'em sweet (yup)
Good guess but try again 'cause I ain't

Look at All Those Idiots

The Simpsons

The Simpsons Sing the Blues

1990

the blu-u-ues

Look at all those idiots

Mr. Burns, you, you make Muddy Waters
Sound shallow and cheerful by comparison

An office full of morons

Thank

just like titanic, yeah i'm gettin 
All this blue money, i swear them bitches cant stand it

I got blue money double cup full of a muddy, smokin

inspire
Of all things you might find loving
Walk the night but watch your money
For this water's oh so muddy
Think you'll need my social studies

With all

at the night without fear at all
Remembering how it was
Before it caught us
The muddy waters, the muddy waters
Torrid times

When the banks have burst, flooded

Coast
Brackish muddy waters never felt so warm!

Toes of mine so tickled by the prickles of the fingers of a tidepool
Who decided to stick around a while

Let that engine growl
He said I'm runnin' red lights
With the preacher's daughter
Yeah I'm baptized
In the muddy water
I've been livin' my whole life

sick of bein' used by love, I just wanna find someone
Trudgin' through muddy waters, lookin' for love
It ain't easy, knowin' I can't tell where we're

with the fire
It's one who on the move
Quin got the connect
Crossed up out the border
Off white assorted cause we got it out the muddy water
This is

or your mental health
I go for self, but the real self is one with all
This self who's by himself does fall
Down, just like the guy who first was down, but