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Back in the mud been in
I confess, I'm so happy
There's nothing you can do to make me away, away, away

He's that country boy, city slick, pit bull temperament
At the Pony, at the Flame, way it's an event
If it's me consider it more than a
Even though they mumble at me sucka's keep they
Barber K, hey, what's that, say
Hip hop redneck a safe place
Say what makes you
Wit me 'cause I like it
How about a road-dwellin' urban music
Turn it up, let it bang, run wit me I bet you
Took too much to make it float, never I let it sink
So when we it for our youth and generous
Hopin' my moment passed, I can see no end of it
Twenty-five, livin' I was born yesterday
life, doin' right, earnin' every breath I take
Standin' in the mud 'cause it seem to pay me well
wit my not-so-distant cousins from the A-T-L

Back in the mud I've in
I confess, I'm so happy
nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away

Press it up, ship it out, the Pony, rent it out
Everything I am today is what I been about
Athens, resident, native of LaGrange though
I don't love the peach state, "Buddy, say it so"
Now all of a sudden, in fact, quite the opposite
I'm y'all from Brunswick up to the metropolis
Can't forget my Betty Betty and DaLonica
put the triple X's at the end of Andy's moniker
How could I run from everything made me
Know all the love I get's appreciated greatly
Now I'm on the of something truly inconceivable
Bubba's international but still he it regional
to make my mama proud
We can laugh and see the
Gotta make sure loaded gun, this CD is in your file
Each and everyone of my talented associates get's what they
Nothin' short of that's

Back in the mud I've in
I confess, I'm so here
There's nothing you can do to make me away, away, away

Kitchen cup, fill it up, don't appeal to us
If you're broke do what you can, that alone is still
Help us out, if you're rich, 'cause we funna hit your
Just stop by the store and grab a case of and six of this
Hey Betty, get 'cause your daddy's in route
Let her join the beat club, keep that trim out
Hvae her screamin' "New South" pullin' "lewd" out
He always wonder what you doing, let him who now
At the end of the day I have no regrets
Got it done on every front and I ain't focused yet
At the of the pile swimmin' wit them mud cats
If you die, man I'm pullin' "soowee" for a match
Spell it out, L-E-G, I still believe
Whatever goal God set for me I will achieve
In this or in the next, whther drinkin' gin or Beck's
Bubba bring it home, conceal it, and send the checks

in the mud I've been in
I confess, I'm so here
There's nothing you can do to me stay away, away, away

Back in the mud I've in
I confess, I'm so happy
nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away