This time I finally need a light, a light Tired of seeing in black and white, white Having flashes in my mind Can’t take the ticking of time The time that’s passing by Just an outline made of skin And my walls are paper thin I want to let you color me in

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

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

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

Just following my instinct Just know that I stay in-sync With my instinct Never wrong, anyting or anyting in the South I'm just following my instinct Never wrong, anyting or anyting in the Southside Following my Tell me what you wanna do Brown skin's all

And wherever you've gone And wherever we might go It don't seem fair Your lights reflected now Reflected from a far We were but stones Your light made us stars Today just disappeared I've used hammers made out of wood

I read the news today, oh boy I'd love to turn you on About a lucky man who made the grade And though the news was rather sad Well I just had to laugh I saw the photograph He blew his mind out in a car He didn't notice that the lights had changed A crowd

Are still alive and well today Don't need to find a new way to say We don't go out of style A good woman's made to love not just to hold Monday through Friday sure takes awhile We all get sideways and go that extra mile The common ways we work and play

'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

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