Lyrics:
Kind of wound up lost on bourbon street
Soggy rain soaking through my feet
There was love in the air but it was out of reach
Ladies looking for money
up in the middle of your sleep
And you gone contemplate this dream
But stay down on it
I'm talking bout stay strong on it and watch what God do
Boy God
I keep going what we on I got good lawn in my joints
My girl looking all on point always see us in rare form
I got bars I got songs All the shit
around
And aint no turn in down
I'm a turn it up
No turnin down
I'm a turn it up
And turn it out
I'm a make the crowd
Go wild
Police come around
Well, down in Mississippi, there's a little bitty town
And there ain't much happens till the sun goes down
Then all the people come from miles
taking it all for us, all
I'm doing it all for love
Yeah-eah, yeah-eah
No food in the kitchen (famine, famine)
Money MIA (pockets hella empty)
Mama
throw him down
to the bottom of a well, so that he will be picked up by some caravan of travelers
They said, O our father, why do you not trust us with
see me rarely, got a bitch from Mississippi it go down in the valley, everytime I drop my Lo she say I got a different addy, cut the the grass and run
bending cornas awww we on then hit Wisconsin by da night
Do a show fuck some how’s that we met up in da chiiii
Dtown Indiana Mississippi Alabama
Kentucky
like I flicked a switch and now I'm feeling good (Bounce)
No way to stop it, now you wish that you could (Bounce)
When the weekend comes I know I'll
sports or anything really i
Felt neglected by my family
Growing up as well i've had
Many ideas that always felt
Superior compared to others, I
Knew that my
in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Suzie, let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on, don't
on for my city nigga
Ima put on for my city nigga
Put on for my city nigga sending prayers up to granny liddy
Life good now my past wasn't pretty ion have
a feature no disrespect I'm a pull up with the nina
Nina make him do the macarena if he comin up short I'm a clean him
I am my brothers keeper told them bye
groupies
In the bitch after all
Fuck one down!
Welcome 2 Da Family
Woke up at 4 am for breakfast "chow" I had
Coffee that was given to me along with some
boujee I grew up with a beach
I was eatin' sushi with yo' bitch in my reach
Threw 'er in the hooptie then I gave girl a speech
Then I ate the coochie with
Of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act
Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler
Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude of "Fuck ya"
Made the bitch sing like Do Re Mi
And my neck light up like a Christmas tree
And my bitch get wet like the Mississippi
A'int fuck the bitch in a week
Well I'm driving on down to the subside bar
These days my old shovelhead should go travel far
Up she goes went out walking, now I wanna be
Well
Pull up outside, shawty hop up in the ride
Got her sittin' in the sky
That's just how a country boy do
Got some Buds on ice and the bud rolled
what I say
Throw ya souls in the air like this
Flash ya bar codes while I stick 'em
With another hit up out of the abyss
The Tech N9ne Nina out
Ain't my business
Only in my presents
Cause she down to fvck
And hip to the shxt that I'm kickin
We high as fvck
And she Rollin up
Told ha roll
Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, but we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rollin' down to the sea
But
up
So you know I can't hear things
Walk up in the store, tryna get some more
Look at all of these weird names
Hit the brewery, flights by the 4
Let 'em
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