Bubba Sparxxx - Back In The Mud (Travis Barker Remix) lyrics

rate me

He's just that country boy, city slick, pit bull temperament

At the Pony, at the Flame, either way it's an event

If it's me consider it more than a coincidence

Even though they mumble at me sucka's keep they distances

Twenty-five, livin' like I was born yesterday

Lovin' life, doin' right, earnin' every breath I take

Standin' in the mud again cause it seem to pay me well

Playin' with my not-so-distant cousins from the A-T-L

Back in the mud I've been in

I confess, I'm so happy here

There's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away

Press it up, ship it out, call the Pony, rent it out

Everything I am today is really what I been about

Athens, Georgia resident, native of LaGrange though

I don't love the peach state, "Buddy, say it ain't so"

Now all of a sudden, in fact, it's quite the opposite

I'm lovin' y'all from Brunswick up to the metropolis

Can't forget about my Betty Betty in Dahlonega

They put the triple X's at the end of Andy's moniker

How could I run from everything that made me

Know that all the love I get's appreciated greatly

Now I'm on the brink of something truly inconceivable

Bubba's international but still he kept it regional

Tryin' to make my mama proud

We can laugh and see the smile

Gotta make sure loaded gun, this next CD is in your file

Each and everyone of my talented associates get's what they deserve

Nothin' short of that's appropriate

Back in the mud I've been in

I confess, I'm so happy here

There's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away

Kitchen cup, fill it up, sober don't appeal to us

If you're broke do what you can, that alone is still enough

Help us out, if you're rich, cause we funna hit your bitch

Just stop by the store and grab a case of that and six of this

At the end of the day I would have no regrets

Got it done on every front and I ain't even focused yet

At the bottom of the pile swimmin' with them mud cats

If you die, man I'm pullin' "soowee" for a grudge match

Spell it out, L-E-G, E-N-D I still believe

Whatever goal God set for me indeed I will achieve

In this life or in the next, whether drinkin' gin or Beck's

Bubba funna bring it home, conceal it, and send the checks

Back in the mud I've been in

I confess, I'm so happy here

There's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away