Lyrics:
Mississippi
Yeah
Then one day he turned into a preacher
I heard he got married had a daughter and a son
Well, I could have been me but I got cold feet
mississippi 2 mississippi 3 mississippi what the fuck, hug over?
Could it have been much shorter? Where's my hug?
Where's my hug? Where's my hug?
Where is my
I've been around for a minute now
One hunnid, I'm in it now
People that wasn't there back in the day talkin' bout
Man, remember I'm winning now
I could
down i20
See from a young age we ain’t have much but we said that we would get it
Now my mama sent me a text and say vote Marcus for Senate
We been
(This a Plies check-in, bro)
I was blind when they crossed me (Know this shit took cash to drop)
I been used by niggas, I been used by bitches
One
the background
Cause if music and money is the motive then you're so gimmick
Who's to tell me I can't have a trillion dollar grilled cheese sandwich?
Boy stop
versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
*
If
camera, action
You bring the energy and I can bring the passion
Gimme the sound and the stage make it happen
This that Mississippi Magic
V3 – Jo’De Boy
have been imprisoned by my father, who wishes me to
marry against my will. Please, please, please come and rescue me.
I am in the tall tower of Swamp
have a steady hand
When you blam the Llama
Cause the 5th'll kick and it
Could sprain your frickin' wrist
The fiends know
I seen more snow than Saint
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind
Somebody could have told us where they go
Crawling all around looking for foot, foot, footprints
Now tell me what
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind
Somebody could have told us where they go
Crawling all around looking for foot, foot, footprints
Now tell me what
the heat
I don't take it to the heart
I be showing love for free
By design, this is art
High and low I keep it G
Been that way from the start
I hang
Boys, Five Tons of Joy
Give 'em room or get outta the way
We got a Bible-belter from the Mississippi delta
Have them all arraigned
Scientists, are
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind
Somebody could have told us where they go
Crawling all around looking for foot, foot, footprints
Now tell me what
when she watch
You die it's gon' affect ya child
I could never respect ya style
You a true conniver
I don't deal with fear, I've
Been ill for years, i'm
you all to call me Loretta.
REG
What!?
STAN
It's my right as a man.
JUDITH
Why do you want to be Loretta, Stan?
STAN
I want to have babies.
REG
You
start to run in,
Hungry for some food
Dogs start a-twitching
And they're looking at you
It was light
By five
Torn all apart
All in the name
the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith
five, like a demon
Time running out, but you watching me
It paid a love, but you hate for free
I just kick it with the saints, call me Brulee
How you
to the Midwest, yes, where them Detroit playas ball
Like you have no idea, the boy is here
Got the whole place looking like it's candy painted
Ain't it like we
much, Jimmy Iovine for the check
I've got a black woman fine as she can be
Fefe with a ring on her finger that could give sight to the blind
A 5, a 10,
to escape
The city's just a jungle
More games to play
I'm trapped in the heart of it
Trying to get away
I was raised in the country
Been working in
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