Mudtro by TyC Lyrics
Verse 1
Welcome to the Mud
If it touch you, you're stuck in it
I been stuck in my ways
Stuck in my place
Replacing tracks
Pacing back and forth from East to
North working
Till I exhaust
Smokings the last resort
Cause I can't afford resorts
Can't afford to stall no ford
I focus on moving forward
This is just a foreword
Song after song on your tray
'I Can't Help But Wait' for you to taste a few
Don't forget to chew
Or forget to get where you need to be
What you need from me?
I need more B's and a pretty B with some pretty teeth
But don't bite the D
Its essential she can take a hit
Ain't no domestics
So disconnected
I'm in the cut like disinfectants
Fuck what they expected
I can only go 'My Way'
Who needs a Usher?
I'm grown you don't need to phone
I mean call
Cause I'm alright
I might go left if they're all right
I'd rather be alone all night off the Henny
I'm glad I'm about to be 20
But I done had 20/20 vision
Close my eyes and envision
Its muddy my path
The pressure will pass
Along with that smoke
And along with that glass
I've been broke I think I need a cast
I'm with my boys after dark in the city
Where them man don't play and every bitch got a Kid
'Brother man get hip'
I might just trip and chip my tooth
Sipping smoothies hope it soothes me
Jumping ships with my Goonies
Verse 2
Summer sums her up
But she ain't nothing like Cree
She ain't ever liked me till I got me a chain
The dames mundane on Mondays running through the Mud
Join the club
I wanna be a kid when I grew up
Can I grow up?
Too many been dying
I've been quiet
Balancing my diet of progression and depression
I don't advise you to try it
I've been knocking on the door I want more
Bring the Ped out this evening I might head out
And just
And just live
Welcome to the Mud
If it touch you, you're stuck in it
I been stuck in my ways
Stuck in my place
Replacing tracks
Pacing back and forth from East to
North working
Till I exhaust
Smokings the last resort
Cause I can't afford resorts
Can't afford to stall no ford
I focus on moving forward
This is just a foreword
Song after song on your tray
'I Can't Help But Wait' for you to taste a few
Don't forget to chew
Or forget to get where you need to be
What you need from me?
I need more B's and a pretty B with some pretty teeth
But don't bite the D
Its essential she can take a hit
Ain't no domestics
So disconnected
I'm in the cut like disinfectants
Fuck what they expected
I can only go 'My Way'
Who needs a Usher?
I'm grown you don't need to phone
I mean call
Cause I'm alright
I might go left if they're all right
I'd rather be alone all night off the Henny
I'm glad I'm about to be 20
But I done had 20/20 vision
Close my eyes and envision
Its muddy my path
The pressure will pass
Along with that smoke
And along with that glass
I've been broke I think I need a cast
I'm with my boys after dark in the city
Where them man don't play and every bitch got a Kid
'Brother man get hip'
I might just trip and chip my tooth
Sipping smoothies hope it soothes me
Jumping ships with my Goonies
Verse 2
Summer sums her up
But she ain't nothing like Cree
She ain't ever liked me till I got me a chain
The dames mundane on Mondays running through the Mud
Join the club
I wanna be a kid when I grew up
Can I grow up?
Too many been dying
I've been quiet
Balancing my diet of progression and depression
I don't advise you to try it
I've been knocking on the door I want more
Bring the Ped out this evening I might head out
And just
And just live