Texty:
Park Mississippi Burning

mouth Is Mississippi done yet burning? Sick sounds like stomach's stinging I search out, but you cannot be found A red horizon in the south Is Mississippi

mouth Is Mississippi done yet burning? Sick sounds like stomach's stinging I search out, but you cannot be found A red horizon in the south Is Mississippi

Your little hoodrat friend makes me sick But after I get sick I just get sad 'Cause it burns being broke and it hurts to be heartbroken And always being

didn't mean to kill Now I wipe your bone and blood off my windshield I'm sitting in the park, fire on the lost, watching body parts Burning into sparks

It's six o'clock and the air is filled with good things The scent of eggs and coffee drifts upon the wind Not far away the sacred fire burns One sentry

's gon' be aight though (ohh) This one's for you, yeah! Cadillacs on 22s... Pimp my voice and mack these beats.. Pray to the to the lord for these Mississippi

Heeyo drama We bout to burn the muthafucking streets up with this shit Breakfast club I want to welcome everybody to the muthafuckin rap room This aint

Heeyo drama We bout to burn the muthafucking streets up with this shit Breakfast club I want to welcome everybody to the muthafuckin rap room This aint

't mean to kill Now i wipe your bone and blood off my windshield I'm sitting in the park, fire on the lost, watching body parts Burning into sparks, bloodied