Lyrics Merkules – Muddy
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Late nights and early mornings
Paid flight and stage frights, I’m still exhausted
The pays nice, the fames type but it not important
All I want is to go rest my head somewhere exotic
And then I gotta get more, it’s addictive, this is huntin’
But yo, it’s funny ’cause they thinkin’ that I’m famous
They askin’ me for pictures, they just want it for the sakes
It’s kinda crazy, they don’t even wanna know my fuckin’ name
And it’s just heinous, they wanna be around me ’cause I made it
But I ain’t shit, I ain’t rich, man, I still starin’ at a blank check
I still pull out my last 10 bucks to tip the waitress
Ha, it’s kinda strange how it works, hey
You celebrate like everyday is our birthday
We smokin’ to relax and we drinkin’ to forget
And we wake up in the morning and we deeper in our desp
It’s crazy
Neva said, I didn’t like this life
I never said didn’t wanted all this
I pour drink and then it might feel right
I keep forgetin’ why we got like this
Pour another 20 in the tank, rollin’ through the city
Some muddy in my drink, yo
Some muddy in my drink
No money in my bank
Give a fuck what y’all think, ha
I quited drinkin’, took a break and then I relapsed
So now I take a shot and I can feel it in my knee caps
It’s like I need when I’m workin’ under pressure
‘Cause that hangover was crazy, they like Merk you gotta get up
Late check out, ?
we gotta go by noon
I’m in the lobby and I’m waiting on deposits for no damage
But there’s roaches on the carpet, spill vodka on the mattress
Honestly, thought that we did the show and went to sleep
At that point I was so drunk, I blanked out ?
So I get angry ’till eventually they gave me cash
And them I’m takin’ that and droppin’ it all on the tank of gas, yeah
The next city is a six hour drive, I wake up, we arrive and see these kids outside
Promoter trynna form them in a big guest line
And we pop another bottle ’cause it’s almost show time
Like fuck it
Neva said, I didn’t like this life
I never said I didn’t wanted all this
I pour drink and then it might feel right
I keep forgettin’ why we got like this
Pour another 20 in the tank, rollin’ through the city
Some muddy in my drink, yo
Some muddy in my drink
No money in my bank
Give a fuck what y’all think, ha