Isaiah Rashad and SZA - Stuck In The Mud

Stuck in the mud
Hoes, dreamers, stuck in the mud
Look at what the reaper got you, stuck in the mud
Range, Beamers, stuck in the mud
Two 10's on the inside, stuck in the mud
Hoes, dreamers, stuck in the mud
Look at what the reaper got you, stuck in the mud
Range, Beamers, stuck in the mud

Give me a day where I can play and I can pamper my wrist
Chrome inside pampers and shit
Grown and defenseless, long for my sister
Song that'll get ya home, my nigga
I got a blunt inside my granny whip
Like my granny dead
When she was dealin' with them damages
Yeah, turkey bacon cabbages, ooh
Uh, what happened on a Saturday?
Yeah, we took a Yukon just to grab my folks
I need a Groupon for all this dope
I know I do find but what did you find?
That bullshit but in due time
We actin' like we livin' right
Uh, big pimpin'
These broads see stars, my nigga
We are on guard and killin'
Y'all niggas hopeless, quote it

Stuck in the mud
Hoes, dreamers, stuck in the mud
Look at what the reaper got you, stuck in the mud
Range, Beamers, stuck in the mud
Two 10's on the inside, stuck in the mud
Hoes, dreamers, stuck in the mud
Look at what the reaper got you, stuck in the mud
Range, Beamers, stuck in the mud

Look, bitch
Ain't how that shit when I be talkin'
And I get livid on that liquor
I give a fuck about you, I want some bossa nova
You wanna see the tower, I wanna meet the quota
You look like everybody
And if my Henny body focus and if my Henny body focus
I'm baptized in that chastised, 100-proof dummy suit
Junkie, I'm an addict, everybody home
Everybody home
I got a zip we can split, don't let everybody know
Yeah, keep it on the floor
Long arm with that quick stash
Top Dawg do your bitch bad with a big bag
Yeah, holla if you with that (holla if you with that)
Yeah, twenty on this kickback
Lookin' like, uh, shit, yeah

Two 10's on the inside, stuck in the mud
Hoes, dreamers, stuck in the mud
Look at what the reaper got you, stuck in the mud
Range, Beamers, stuck in the mud
Two 10's on the inside, stuck in the mud
Hoes, dreamers, stuck in the mud
Look at what the reaper got you, stuck in the mud
Range, Beamers, stuck in the mud

Yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, uh, ooh, yeah
I be lookin' like a
Ooh, yeah

Yeah, with two 10's on the inside
Hoes, dreamers
Look at what that reaper got you
Range, Beamers
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh

So, yeah, yeah
Pop a Xanny, make your problems go away, yeah, pop, yeah
Pop a Xanny, make your problems go away, yeah, ooh, see
I can handle, make the bottle go away, yeah, magic, ooh
Pop a Xanny, make your problems go away, yeah, uh, what
But I can handle, make the bottle go away, magic, uh

Can I? Can I? Can I?
Yeah, can I? Can I sleep for a while?
Can I work on myself?
I ain't lovin' no more
So if they pull up on the side, I ain't duckin' no more
This is after the half, an emotional dip
I was goin' too hard, I was sexin' the shit
Take a line, baby, spill your mind, baby
This is just a California mind statement
Ooh, shots from the Ruger, shots from the Ruger
Somebody died but don't nobody care
It's all bugged out, I'm still drugged out
We miss the couch and the lean at my cuz house

Just pop a Xan, baby, make your problems go away, yeah, ooh, what
See, I can handle, make the bottle go away (hey), yeah, yeah, yeah
Just pop a Xanny, make your problems go away, yeah, yeah, uh
And I can handle, make the bottle go away, yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa

Yeah, my cousin got a script, I'm tryna make it flip (yeah)
One baby mama cool, one baby mama trip (yeah)
No matter what I do it always be some shit (yeah)
That nigga need a hug and I just need a fifth
My cousin got the strap, I'm tryna make it flip
One baby mama cool, one baby mama trip
No matter what I do it always be some shit
This nigga need a hug and I just need a fifth (I need a)

Pop a Xan, baby
(Yeah) shit
(No matter what I do it always be some shit) make your problems go
(No matter what I do it always be some) I can handle, yeah, uh
Make your problems go away, yeah (need a hug and I just need a fifth)

Quarters and halves, joint and a band
Fuckin' your mind up, yeah, alright
Now, quarters and halves, joint and a band
Fuckin' your mind up, yeah
Alright now, bitches gon' be bitches and you niggas gon' be hoes
Only pop it 'cause you heard it in a song
Yeah, bitches gon' be bitches and niggas gon' be hoes
Only pop it 'cause you heard it in a song, yeah

Quarters and halves, joint and a band
Fuckin' your mind up, yeah
Alright now, quarters and halves, joint and a band
Fuckin' your mind up, ay, ah
Alright now, quarters and bands and motherfuckin' bands
Motherfuckin' your mind up
Whoa, fuckin' your mind up
The fuck where your mind was?

Written by:
Isaiah McClain, Desmond Sanders, Solana Rowe

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