Upchurch - Mud to Gold lyrics
[Upchurch - Mud to Gold lyrics]
Like mud to gold mine's in this soil
And I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turnin' mud into gold like mud to gold
Mine's in this soil and I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turnin' mud into gold right now
Drippin' in this swamp water
With the snakes I'm not bothered
I done been backstabbed in the front, back
And in the head, but it's good, partner
And I ain't no beginner
Ain't nobody's paid for dinner
I ain't perfect, I'm a sinner
Underground so warn the devil
All I am is a hellion, raisin' hell
Rockin' medallions
In 90's models cars that are
Holdin' some hellacious engines
Hell naw, this ain't no pretendin'
My vеngeance comes with no mеntions
I'm sicker than dirty COVID syringes
Stuck in you bitches
Yeah, you think I'm the cure
(You think I'm the cure)
And then you all die (And then you all die)
I'm asleep in my bed (I'm asleep in my bed)
Still blinkin' one eye
(Still blinkin' one eye)
Still thinkin' of lines to cast in the pines
For ones like me, who live the same life
Just country motherfuckers in a town
With a time way behind
But we still make it shine at night
Like mud to gold mine's in this soil
And I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turnin' mud into gold like mud to gold
Mine's in this soil and I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turnin' mud into gold right now
These millionaires don't understand
These label owners don't fuckin' get it
If I sign to slavery I'll be shelfed
Up and dust-collected for fuckin' ages
'Cause you can't see no vision
Your mind is not connected
You've been blinded by Ferrari's, parties
And coke base ass records
Everything is "yah yah yah"
Everything is "hitta bitta"
Stars are made from walkin' in the trenches
And it seems y'all all forgettin'
Rap's about the fuckin' come up
Where the fuck your asses come from?
What you had to conquer transferred over
Into a bunch of small words
For a big impact on people 'cause
That's your position as leader
Yeah, I'm white and country
Spit tobacco like a gunslinger
Yeah, I'll put you through the ringer
Don't ever shit talk my people
Or Preacher will shoot and not think
Twice about the bullets neither
Like mud to gold mine's in this soil
And I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turnin' mud into gold like mud to gold
Mine's in this soil and I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turnin' mud into gold right now
And I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turnin' mud into gold like mud to gold
Mine's in this soil and I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turnin' mud into gold right now
Drippin' in this swamp water
With the snakes I'm not bothered
I done been backstabbed in the front, back
And in the head, but it's good, partner
And I ain't no beginner
Ain't nobody's paid for dinner
I ain't perfect, I'm a sinner
Underground so warn the devil
All I am is a hellion, raisin' hell
Rockin' medallions
In 90's models cars that are
Holdin' some hellacious engines
Hell naw, this ain't no pretendin'
My vеngeance comes with no mеntions
I'm sicker than dirty COVID syringes
Stuck in you bitches
Yeah, you think I'm the cure
(You think I'm the cure)
And then you all die (And then you all die)
I'm asleep in my bed (I'm asleep in my bed)
Still blinkin' one eye
(Still blinkin' one eye)
Still thinkin' of lines to cast in the pines
For ones like me, who live the same life
Just country motherfuckers in a town
With a time way behind
But we still make it shine at night
Like mud to gold mine's in this soil
And I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turnin' mud into gold like mud to gold
Mine's in this soil and I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turnin' mud into gold right now
These millionaires don't understand
These label owners don't fuckin' get it
If I sign to slavery I'll be shelfed
Up and dust-collected for fuckin' ages
'Cause you can't see no vision
Your mind is not connected
You've been blinded by Ferrari's, parties
And coke base ass records
Everything is "yah yah yah"
Everything is "hitta bitta"
Stars are made from walkin' in the trenches
And it seems y'all all forgettin'
Rap's about the fuckin' come up
Where the fuck your asses come from?
What you had to conquer transferred over
Into a bunch of small words
For a big impact on people 'cause
That's your position as leader
Yeah, I'm white and country
Spit tobacco like a gunslinger
Yeah, I'll put you through the ringer
Don't ever shit talk my people
Or Preacher will shoot and not think
Twice about the bullets neither
Like mud to gold mine's in this soil
And I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turnin' mud into gold like mud to gold
Mine's in this soil and I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turnin' mud into gold right now