Lyrics:
stories
And swear that it just isn't true
Now most of them sail across to Miami
From the edge of the blue water line
With craw fish and snappers to sell
soon
Selling your soul to reptilian urges
A sudden surge could mean imminent doom
Ain't even talking bout flood waters
You gon want muddy waters once
still long overdue
Now the karma king has a ruling too
And the heavy forces make it hard to move
Wading Muddy Waters
Poppin blues by the twos
So I turn
Come take a dip girl
Down in Dulac
Bayou water, muddy feet
Girl I like that
I got an appetite
You gon' find out later
I'ma eat ya toes
Call me
know, color of life
Of pride, of happiness of that kind
Of the muddy grass beneath the sky
The color of money I want in my pocket... alright
Or blue
the socket
Finna take off just like a rocket
I'm a cold nigga but I'm still the hottest
I'm a hot boy but I'm cold hearted
Out the muddy water where I first
talkin' with my accent
We held hands and waded into
That blue water
She left her flip-flops by my Red Wings on the beach
Yeah but, now I'm dodging
adieu to your eyes as blue as the water in the bay
And to big Jim Dwyer the man of war
Who was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
I'm
I got robbed
It was all about that bottom dollar
Felt blues Like muddy waters
And I tell ya man oh what a bother
Had to really think about whose
the muddy water is clear,
have in your heart my dear,
they intaince with temptation,
but you feel no redemption,
there is a way to salvation,
oh have no
left espy
And to the left, three yards beyond
You see a little muddy pond
Of water never dry
Though but of compass small, and bare
To thirsty suns
to the races
My body is not a haven
To well wishes or patience
Agent of chaos
Roses in muddy water vases
Yet the flowers still in bloom
The proof is still
We running them down, now he gotta spray
I run it up by the mile, I get in my bag, and I stay out the way
Sipping that muddy blue
Nigga, the fuck is
Bankrupt and buried by war that is carried out
By messengers now
Was born here and married too young staring
The nose of the barrel down
Went milk
Forgiatoes rims turn slow when I drive by
On a private jet no wheels umma die fly
Watch the paint job get that's a mai tai
In the 45 going 10 on that zi zi
Betty Boop was Ester Jones
Hound Dog, very tricky
And we ain't touched on Little Ricky
Beach boys surfed on Chuck B
Water real muddy like Led Z uh
Not
By the bus stop, mumbling low - nobody looked or cared
His face the color of muddy rivers, hungry too I guess
He turned away and lost himself in
the room, I just keep shining
I got whites, now I'm thinking about blue diamonds
Got the Rollie Patek, it's my new timing
They may offer the deal, I ain't
I apologize for marching my muddy waters feet
on your pasty pat boone carpet, but my steps have been
made dusty from dancing in the dirt of the Delta
daughter
on my shoulders down by the water
an heir to a ruined world
see her smile fill the void
the black hole in my heart
lined with rust ever dark
cnd
time
And musket men in Navy blue
Pass by the filthy window view
“Be ya willin to take the King’s shillin’
Ya lazy shit faced landlubber cur?!”
Spat in my
by a hearty cheer
Inviting the the rest and hope for the best
That they have something other than craft barely beer
So now it's whiskey and wine in
Brothers on the corner sellin' junk
got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk
You got the hard rocks wavin' glocks at the punks
and a lily pad slough
The whiskey breeze reminds me of you
The Water Flowing south and my soul straight to hell
Down by the banks of De Soto
That where I laid
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