By my wondering eyes You're loving yearn So brand it on my mind I have hope once more In the silver light I just made out Your silhouette Through the quickening haze

My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pussy print Pussy print, p-pussy print (Mike Will Made It) Bitch stop the comparisons, I'm not these other artistses I'm Gucci Mane, the player, my neck on that real retarded shit Keep a towel with me

I woke up at the moment when the miracle occurred We can hear you I was young Just wishing to be blinded And we were pilgrims on our way Heard a song that made some sense out of the world

You know what, you know what, you know what, you know what Made it off the block, I could never stop Great collectives You know what we're 'bout, and we stay protected Ringing off that mat and it's straight connected Think that it's just rap, got your

First time was down by the river Don't stop, darling they're just rain drops The moonlight was all around Our breath, the only sound Baby, darling she said take me And drive me crazy Our sweat made both us shiver She was pretty, about seventeen When she

If we gave it just one more try Maybe we could stop this goodbye I know through all this pain Baby just breathe in, breathe out Before you turn around, just slow down Think of all the love we've made Somehow somewhere love remains So baby just breathe

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth I'm in love with you and all these little things Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me But bear this mind it was meant to be And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks And

So bury me in memory His smile's your rope So wrap it tight around your throat Stop burning bridges, and drive off of them So I can forget about you Light that smoke, that one for giving up on me And one just 'cause they'll kill you sooner than my

'Do it slow' I don't know Alabama's gotten me so upset Tennessee made me lose my rest And everybody knows about Mississippi goddam But that's just the trouble The name of this tune is Mississippi goddam And I mean every word of it Can't you see it

Alright alright, all day all night I'm just tryna move up front They tell me I was born to lose But I made a good good thing out of bad bad news Let me slip through (let me slip through) Why you tryna hold me back? (I ain't) Lil more of this, lil less of