Title: “Mud & Magic”
Title: “Mud & Magic” Verse 1 Backroad baptized, black smoke baptized, Barefoot blueprint, built from bad times. Came from a map where the cracks had trap lines, Now I’m drawing up stars with the chalk from the flatlines. Swamp water soul with a city -made appetite, Pocket full of dreams, but they weighed like an afterlife. Turn a little spark 2 a wildfire overnight, Run with the wolves while I’m moving like satellites. (We All Safe) Rabbit out the hat, but the hat had a rattlesnake, Everybody hungry, I’m cooking what they couldn’t make. Hands on the wheel while the whole damn road shake, God on the dash saying, “Boy, don’t hit the brakes.” Prec I don’t need a chain when my scars still glitter, Every little loss made the pen hit quicker. No Ashes in my lungs but the fire got bigger, Watch me pull a future out the sludge like a river. Hook I’m made of mud and magic, Hard miles, no fabric. Every setback turned savage, Now I bend the odds, that’s habit. From the sticks to the skyline, Still carrying my lifeline. If the world wanna test mine— I’ma leave a legend in the timeline. Verse 2 Abracadabra with a backpack full of good habits, Now I’m making miracles happen with mathematics. Circle every beat like a hawk over jackrabbits, Every bar double-backed—can’t nobody match these patterns. They say slow down, but I shift another gear, Fear disappear every time that the crowd cheer. Been through hell, now the devil call me GODS “volunteer,” I just laugh, wipe the dust off mans souvenirs Storm in my veins, thunder rolling in my vocal cords, Every word sharpened up like an old sword. Kick in the door, never cared what they shenanigans were for, I Built my own kingdom from a broken floor. Good day You can bury seeds, but you can’t bury seasons. Pressure built diamonds, now they asking for the reasons.
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Title: “Mud & Magic” Verse 1 Backroad baptized, black smoke baptized, Barefoot blueprint, built from bad times. Came from a map where the cracks had trap lines, Now I’m drawing up stars with the chalk from the flatlines. Swamp water soul with a city -made appetite, Pocket full of dreams, but they weighed like an afterlife. Turn a little spark 2 a wildfire overnight, Run with the wolves while I’m moving like satellites. (We All Safe) Rabbit out the hat, but the hat had a rattlesnake, Everybody hungry, I’m cooking what they couldn’t make. Hands on the wheel while the whole damn road shake, God on the dash saying, “Boy, don’t hit the brakes.” Prec I don’t need a chain when my scars still glitter, Every little loss made the pen hit quicker. No Ashes in my lungs but the fire got bigger, Watch me pull a future out the sludge like a river. Hook I’m made of mud and magic, Hard miles, no fabric. Every setback turned savage, Now I bend the odds, that’s habit. From the sticks to the skyline, Still carrying my lifeline. If the world wanna test mine— I’ma leave a legend in the timeline. Verse 2 Abracadabra with a backpack full of good habits, Now I’m making miracles happen with mathematics. Circle every beat like a hawk over jackrabbits, Every bar double-backed—can’t nobody match these patterns. They say slow down, but I shift another gear, Fear disappear every time that the crowd cheer. Been through hell, now the devil call me GODS “volunteer,” I just laugh, wipe the dust off mans souvenirs Storm in my veins, thunder rolling in my vocal cords, Every word sharpened up like an old sword. Kick in the door, never cared what they shenanigans were for, I Built my own kingdom from a broken floor. Good day You can bury seeds, but you can’t bury seasons. Pressure built diamonds, now they asking for the reasons.
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