Artist: Isaiah Rashad f/ SZA
Album:  The Sun's Tirade
Song:   Stuck in the Mud
Typed by: Cedmaster3K
 
{*Part 1*}
 
[Chorus One: Isaiah Rashad + SZA]
Stuck in the mud
Hoes, dreamers, stuck in the mud
Look at what the Reaper got 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 stuck in the mud
Range, Beamers, stuck in the mud
 
[Isaiah Rashad]
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
Songs that'll get ya, home, my nigga
I got a blunt inside my granny whip
Like my granny did, 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 fine, but what did you find?
That bullshit but in due time
We actin' like we livin' right, uhh, big pimpin'
These broads see stars, my nigga
We are on guard and killin'
Y'all, niggas, hopeless, quote it
Ahahah
 
[Chorus One]
 
[Isaiah Rashad]
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, am I 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 back
Yeah holla if you with that, yeah
20 on this kick back, lookin' like
Hah, aw, shit, yeah
Two 10's on the inside
 
[Chorus One]
 
[Isaiah Rashad]
Yeah, ooh yeah... {*mumbling*}
Ay-yeah, ooh yeah
I be lookin' like a {*mumbling*}
Ooh yeah, yeah
With two 10's on the inside
Hoes, dreamers
Look at what that Reaper got you
Range, Beamers
Yeah-eah, ay-ay-ay-ay
Yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah, yeah-eah-eah-eah
Yeah-eah, ay-ay-ay-ay
Yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah, yeah-eah-eah-eah, ohh
 
{*Part 2*}
 
[Interlude: Isaiah Rashad]
So, yeah, yeah
Pop a Xanny, make your problems go away
Yeah, magic, yeah
 
[Chorus Two: Isaiah Rashad]
Pop a Xanny, make your problems go away
Yeah, whoa, see
I can handle, make your bottle go away
Yeah, magic, uhh
Pop a Xanny, make your problems go away
Yeah-eah, uhh, wait
But I can handle, make the bottle go away
Magic, uhh
 
[Isaiah Rashad]
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 sextin' and shit
Take a line baby, spend 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
 
[Chorus Three: Isaiah Rashad]
Just pop a Xan baby, make your problems go away
Yeah, ooh, wait
See I can handle, make the bottle go away
Ay, yeah yeah yeah
Just pop a Xanny, make your problems go away
Yeah, yeah, uhh
I can handle, make the bottle go away
Yeah, woah woah
 
[Isaiah Rashad - repeat 2X]
My cousin got a, script, I'm tryna make it flip
One baby momma, cool, one baby momma trip
No matter what I, do, there always be some shit
That nigga need a, hug, and I just need a fifth
 
[Outro: Isaiah Rashad]
Pop a Xan baby
(Yeah, no matter what I do, it always be some shit)
Like I always do, I can't help it
(No matter what I do, it always be some)
Yeah, wait, make your problems go away, yeah
Quarters and halves, join in a band
Fuckin' your mind up, yeah, alright now
Quarters and halves, join in 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, niggas gon' be hoes
Only pop it cause you heard it in a song, yeah
Quarters and halves, join in a band
Fuckin' your mind up, yeah, alright now
Quarters and halves, join in a band
Fuckin' your mind up, yeah, ah, alright now
{*ad-libs and mumbles to the end*}