I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert Gossip gossip Niggas just stop it Profit profit, nigga I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfucking monster I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the And I'll-I'll let God decide-cide So I-I am headed

Goodness knows You're my honeysuckle rose Don't buy sugar You just have to touch my cup You're my sugar When I'm taking sips from your tasty lips Seems the honey fairly drips Every honey bee fills with jealousy When they see you out with me

Don't think I'm coming back It's just a relapse I ain't hung up on you I ain't in love with you This is just time that I'm wasting One or two little sips I'm alright, I can quit You're just someone that I'm tasting I don't have to have you

Rollin', rollin', rollin', got me stargazin' (yeah, yeah, yeah) Sippin' on purp, feelin' like the Barre Baby (it's lit) I was hot as hell up in the heat (yeah, yeah) Then this storm came in to save my life Meditate, just got down on my knees (straight

Where the elite always meet Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams Or just how much it really means The land of dreams where I can lose My Basin Street blues Now won't you come along with me To the Mississippi? We'll take a trip to the land of dreams

Just chillin' on the weekend, weekend Up all night then we sleepin', sleepin' But we were never really sleepin', sleepin' Tangled up in the sheets in, sheets in Goose bumps just a creepin', creepin' Yeah, we chillin' on the weekend Sippin' something on

Your mama should've named you whiskey I never should've let you kiss me I'm addicted girl, such a fool Just a little taste won't hurt at all But once I get a sip, I know I'm gonna wanna drink it gone, all gone 90 proof is an understatement I get around

If I could bottle it up If I could bottle it up I'd have a stash in the truck Splash in my cup, it'd never get old One little sip, just a taste on my lip I'd be taking a trip, wherever I go I'd keep a life's good, sweet bliss Does it ever really get

'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

Living just enough For the city Living just enough, just enough for the city 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 moving in the right direction His