The Mud Lyrics

Ah look, a rest stop is coming up Morty

A rest stop is two miles away, nice

Fell down, picked myself up and back at it again

To anyone wondering how c'mon now was only a matter of when

What can I say woe, just had to lay low

Angel stood on my shoulder twirling his halo

Hated it had to be him, strayed from the main goal angry and mangled

You know how the game go, only actually win when chances are slim

Still gotta play though, make something out of the clay when God made you

Get it out the mud, try to see things from a different angle

While cleaning my glasses lens under a tree drenched with no rain coat

Grabbing my hat by the brim, how can I be mad at the wind?

Van is a cradle, rockin'

I slept like a baby right through a potential tornado

Maybe that's God telling me "Go with the flow!"

Look how the branches bend, just an example

Boot up the MacBook, flip a lil sample then snap like a twig

Thanos! Thanos! Thanos!

Thanos! Thanos! Thanos! R.I.P. Shawty Lo

Funny the whole time I was right under they nose

Funny the whole time I was right under they nose

And over they head at the same time, I've been in limbo

Bent over backwards, feel like the bar's been lowered, still slid though

Vanessa I swear if it wasn't for you I'da ended on skid row

Might have never won the lotto but my view always changes as I look out my window

Summer lovin' on days you were something like an oven I'd go for the bread

No landlord cuz the person that pays for the roof holds it over your head

And to all the eyeballs watching my vlogs they know I'm a guy with his dog

In front of a fire log, when I'm tired God turns monologue into dialogue

Park somewhere scenic, reflect on my life in case I die tomorrow

Next morning with my eyes groggy take a deep breath then sayanara

Vanessa should be a museum exhibit, a three dimensional diorama

For keeping me loyal to chasing my dream while cheating death, ironic

Needed some time to grow, lay low smoking hydroponic

You could go psychotic turning something microscopic gigantic

Let go of the fear, no white onyx then learn to read it like phonics

Get lost in the beat and find knowledge

Make paper and put my life on it

Ain't no uh, chorus here

Fuck it make one up yourselves

At a live show I'll just freestyle it'll surely be funny as hell

I'll laugh with ya

This is dedicated to Vanessa