Текст песни Rubber Boots - Project Pat , Adam Calhoun , Tom MacDonald

Can't you see these rubber boots?
Got it out the mud, and that's the truth
Everybody pray that I would lose
Now, it's me laughing at you

Mama, I made it
Everybody who was hating was praying that I wouldn't be this
But I'm undefeated
Their biggest mistake was forgetting that they gave out freedom of speech to a genius
Grabbing my penis, swinging my balls, don't give a fuck, never at all
I'm the biggest independent artist, and they look retarded hoping that I'll fall
One time for those haters in the back, where they at? (Fuck 'em)
One time for those pussies talking trash, where they at? (Fuck 'em)
Straight or gay they them, there's white or black, where they at? (Fuck 'em)
Everyone who prayed I wouldn't last, where they at?

I'm a wanted man, got a lot of fans
If you want a problem, you don't got a chance
That's a lot of blood on a lot of hands
That's a lot of graves on a lot of land
I got it out the mud, and now I count the blessings
If you don't get it, then I guess I got a question

Can't you see these rubber boots?
Got it out the mud and that's the truth
Everybody pray that I would lose
Now, it's me laughing at you

I can't understand it like he speakin' Spanish
Hispanic, he got so stuck in mud he gon' need mechanics
And hammers my hands dirty like they planted
I been there got the advantage
I been stranded, left for dead and damaged
This is how I manage

Look, fuck 'em they ain't got the nerve
Swerve flip'em off the bird
Why he talkin' shit I bet he swingin' with a purse
Swear to God I ain't forgot days I was broken'til the first
Yeah, I made it out the mud, but I'm still playin' in the dirt
Like blast off
Got that Cummins runnin' it gon' tear through mud like asphalt
Speakers bumpin', rumblin', got that heater on the dashboard
Just in case you run up like a dummy, turn yo' ass off
Boy, you got it comin', you gon' get just what you asked for

Can't you see these rubber boots?
Got it out the mud and that's the truth
Everybody pray that I would lose
Now, it's me laughin' at you

Laughter, good for the soul, gotta let it out-a
100 years you chose your role, gotta sweat it out-a
This your life on the table, man, bet it out-a
Being selfish, thinking'bout babe, ready to tell it out-a
If you ain't first, you last, that's what Ricky Bobby said
Pull that pistol, let it blast
Then you left somebody dead, now you scared
But on the street was a full gangster
Aye, 50 Cent said, "Boy, you a wankster"

Money in the saver
Getting to the paper
Smile like a glacier
Ballin' like a pacer
You was in my face-er
Flossin' all this blood money
Now I'm free, and I'm on top of you and there ain't nothin' funny

Can't you see these rubber boots?
Got it out the mud and that's the truth
Everybody pray that I would lose
Now, it's me laughing at you