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Ivory Scott - Mud Trauma Lyrics



Ivory Scott - Mud Trauma Lyrics
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(Reece, take 'em to church)
(Hitmaka)

Family and friends, please forgive me, I've been disconnected
Been off the grid making sure what's due gets collected
I put the diamonds in the rose gold tennis necklace
These days it's the only way to get respected
My momma had her struggles but she made a real nigga
Just a bag of chips and a juice but it's still dinner
Seeing niggas waste chicken, that's a real trigger
Gotta put some money up for your kid's picture

I say all this 'cause I got trust issues
10 missed calls don't mean I don't miss you
Stay on my business 'cause I'm too stubborn to lose
Just tryna give my son the tools not the tool

Mud trauma
Keeps me grounded when I'm PJ high
Mud trauma
Keeps me lonely 'cause I'm so paranoid

Makes it hard to open up to a bitch you like
She might crack the back door, you never know, she might
Pops told me use my hands, but these niggas don't fight
And money gets you anything you like
But what's love?
What's love?

I say all this 'cause I got trust issues
10 missed calls don't mean I don't miss you
Stay on my business 'cause I'm too stubborn to lose
Just tryna give my son the tools not the tool

Mud trauma
Keeps me grounded when I'm PJ high
Mud trauma
Keeps me lonely 'cause I'm so paranoid
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(Reece, take 'em to church)
(Hitmaka)

Family and friends, please forgive me, I've been disconnected
Been off the grid making sure what's due gets collected
I put the diamonds in the rose gold tennis necklace
These days it's the only way to get respected
My momma had her struggles but she made a real nigga
Just a bag of chips and a juice but it's still dinner
Seeing niggas waste chicken, that's a real trigger
Gotta put some money up for your kid's picture

I say all this 'cause I got trust issues
10 missed calls don't mean I don't miss you
Stay on my business 'cause I'm too stubborn to lose
Just tryna give my son the tools not the tool

Mud trauma
Keeps me grounded when I'm PJ high
Mud trauma
Keeps me lonely 'cause I'm so paranoid

Makes it hard to open up to a bitch you like
She might crack the back door, you never know, she might
Pops told me use my hands, but these niggas don't fight
And money gets you anything you like
But what's love?
What's love?

I say all this 'cause I got trust issues
10 missed calls don't mean I don't miss you
Stay on my business 'cause I'm too stubborn to lose
Just tryna give my son the tools not the tool

Mud trauma
Keeps me grounded when I'm PJ high
Mud trauma
Keeps me lonely 'cause I'm so paranoid
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Writer: Maurice Darnell Ivory, Ivory Scott
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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Performed By: Ivory Scott
Language: English
Length: 3:04
Written by: Maurice Darnell Ivory, Ivory Scott
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