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Bubba Sparxxx Dark Days Bright Nights Well Water [Intro] Let that water cleanse yo' mind Feel it tricklin down yo' spine It's all about the wills and won'ts, do's and don'ts and the price they'll pay to shine [Bubba Sparxxx] Now I done came a ways up this long road In spite of the lies that y'all told Believe me these folks is all cold From the Polo Club to Paul doe They all know Bubba ya boy who cut her without a rubber But you couldn't look past my skin So me and Ken wrote about the water Now it's true I babble on about blotter and tales of beanstalks But peep it it ain't no secret I'm reachin beyond that cheap talk Cause we fought battles and this water make yo' trunk rattle So if it's beef you searchin fo' I run with poachers who hunt cattle And it don't matter, if you crunk in the club, or drunk in the pub Bring that notion to my ocean boy you sunk in a sub I'm crumblin buds of homegrown, ponderin shit that's gone wrong But fuck it it ain't productive to dwell on somethin that's lone gone My dome's blown, from twenty plus years of experimentin with whatever drug you pedalin, from acid coke to heroin But lately I've been settlin for liquor and herbal treats I want the money, the hoes, and the house on Myrtle Beach [Chorus] Let that water cleanse yo' mind Feel it tricklin down yo' spine It's all about the wills and won'ts, do's and don'ts and the price they'll pay to shine Let that water cleanse yo' mind I pray it opens up your eyes Cause can't nobody call, tomorrow at all So we live for the present time [Bubba Sparxxx] Next time you in the A-T-L get on 85 South and travel sixty miles to Legrange, but watch yo' chrome off on that gravel Then mount your horse and saddle cause you in the country now The birthplace of Bubba 'kay now leave before the sun is down It's funny how you look at us as nothin more than crumbs of dust that's scattered on your wall when just like y'all in guns we trust Run with us for bout a week, let us teach you how to speak with this jazzy rural grammar to get them hoes up out they seat Bouncin beats all down the street out them Buicks on chrome'n'blades And even though it's Christmas day we still eatin on foamy plates Ain't nuttin, we gon' be straight whether you accept us or decline us I ain't Baby, Shan ain't Mannie - but I still feel we +Big Tymers+ Them classics all designers, unforgiven and livin like today is forever cause tomorrow is for the vision Based on optimism and honestly I can't see it I'ma crank it up tonight if tomorrow comes so be it [Chorus] [Bubba Sparxxx] Man I'm feelin day to day, on dope quotes Ridin a boat that hope floats With an entourage of po' folks who smoke dope but don't cope I swear to y'all I won't croak, before this dream is realized No confederates in this settlement but trust me the South will rise It ain't even about the rap shit, we already mastered that shit All the water in this well's for country folks who never had shit Did you know they closin down the only factory in this town? But still you got the nerve to say it's plenty work to go around I asked the Lord to hold me down 'til I find me some distribution He kept me up for seven nights then finally hit me with this solution As a result of this pollution it seems my water is now valued at twenty dollars a jug, so yessir, we puttin it out soon But in the form of loud tunes to soothe your troubled heart What many call salvation is really just Bubba Sparxxx So when I'm easin up them charts, say thank you cause this for y'all Pay the price, live your life, and that money, get it all [Chorus] If you need to bathe, then bathe And if you want to drink, come on and drink from this well [Chorus] .. Bubba Sparxxx, huh, Big Shan, J.J., Southwestern Clay .. Collabo, two geezy, huh, y'all hurtin for this .. Huh, you need it, Bubba |
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