Lyrics:
Here's to the state of Mississippi,
For Underheath her borders, the devil draws no lines,
If you drag her muddy river, nameless bodies you will
Know what I'm talkin' bout
Yeah, Mississippi mothafucka (Newton County)
What I live and die for (Scott County)
Ball for the kids (Simpson County)
Know what I'm talkin' bout
Yeah, Mississippi mothafucka (Newton County)
What I live and die for (Scott County)
Ball for the kids (Simpson County)
Tennessee made me lose my rest
And everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam
This is a show tune
But the show hasn't been written for it, yet
Hound
Tennessee made me lose my rest
And everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam
This is a show tune
But the show hasn't been written for it, yet
Hound
of a band
And they call him the muddy Mississippi band
My girl was Ruby Colter and she was on her teens
I took her out to churches to socials schools
other than the Biggest of K.R.I.T., mm, from the flatlands of Mississippi
Every minute, worth waiting for
You could feel the spirits of the older blacks
Know you only live once
I fit be novice for school but i dey street wise
You look down on me like david and Goliath
Film m gbayeliya abulo nke zubby
I’m Jackson’s Jigga man, ah,
Ain’t a mirror created make me lesser than,
I promised to make it work never perfection man,
Only way I’ll stop is for
diazepam
Life floats away
October, I swam back for my birthday
Firework display in a cafeteria of my old school
Happier in my cold, black sleep in my
high school team, watch 'em play that game
I hope they take this town all the way to the bank
Where I call home is a place in Mississippi
That you will
For everybody knows about Mississippi goddam
Picket lines
And school boy cots
They try to say it's a communist plot
All I want is equality
For my
for that too
'Cause we've come so far (so far), so far
But there's so much left to do
Hello, California morning
Hello, Mississippi dawn
ownership and the 2nd amendment. There really is a double standard and the double standard is defined by race.
It's NIC McG and MISSISSIPPI; two paranoid
Ballin stunting flexing
None of that get you respect
Talking that designer I'm goin deaf
I am not easily impressed
Ballin stunting flexing
None
home when ain't nobody show me love
I got love for Mississippi, but ain't nothing there so I had left the slums yea yea
In Central Middle School Yea
Was
Am the type make it away
But they lough at me when they make it out
Maybe I should stick on neck
Am the kind of deaf but I heard enough
Grab ma
to make it a lil bigger
Typin 140 characters & deletin
Cuz apparently my feelings are not ready for reading
(So)
One mississippi, two mississippi
Walk around like I'm a capo
I know how to spell more words from Fergie than from school
And I never walk alone just like I'm in Liverpool
My mom paid for
went to school with
I ain’t crusing for no bruising, I just want some coochie
So I’m moving and I’m grooving to pick up my pookie
We hit the movies, then
Yuh Yuh
Aye
It's ya boi Lil Carly
Fucking hate Temple High School (what)
Fuck all the hoes at our school (yuh)
Bitch doesn't love me no more (fuck)
to factor
Turns out home is where the heart beats
Mine hasn't made a sound in three weeks
I might be deaf I hear the phone beep
Pick it up and listen for
teacher
So when I was 25 I was filling out my application for work
What did you study?
I was a high school English teacher at the time when I first started
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
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