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Hey folks, do you ever have trouble spelling Mississippi? Here's a song that makes it easy Just sing along with me and the bouncing ball One Mississippi, two Mississippi One Mississippi, two Mississippi I can't not space out, baseball cap in the clouds Uh, matter fact, it's happening now All I remember is a knack for acting iffy in a jiffy till its' uncle I'm trouble after ten Mississippi Tick, tick, tick ISH-pen Free a single bead of sweat He'll bring his friend soon The ringer's tee is drenched and Jesus wept Maybe I'm bluffing, all it takes is a little patience Then why you in the bushes, my goodness, don't make me say it Nine Mississippi on the roof of my robe Eating a scramble while you scramble for a suitcase of clothes Cue the history of the eight Mississippi controversy Nine was shorter than ten and eight came early No Eight's eighth go to the tape It's one Mississippi after being frozen in place Get the dough from the safe Get your pops in a van and go Seven Mississippi, Mississippi God damn S-I-S, S-I-S, S-I-P-P-I S-I-S, S-I-S, S-I-P-P-I S-I-S, S-I-S, S-I-P-P-I One Mississippi, two Mississippi One Mississippi, two Mississippi Say it with me, six Mississippi Down came the rain and washed out the itsy bitsy It's a knot in the pit of you, like a chipmunk in the chimney The shit that make you spit up all your snickerdoodles quickly Stick less, move more Never sold merch, cause the merch reads "I survived the Mississippi group tour" Probably shoulda picked a different slogan Like, "I ran the fuck away" I maybe would have sold some Five Mississippi, nobody's safe No halftime show, that explosion is Aes Close range or in motion over open terrain Scope-a-dope, treat your homies the same, don't change Sand through the hour glass Dogs in a dungeon Four Mississippis to press the call button Call someone kid, the season is near We both know the next digit isn't easy to hear S-I-S, S-I-S, S-I-P-P-I S-I-S, S-I-S, S-I-P-P-I S-I-S, S-I-S, S-I-P-P-I One Mississippi, two Mississippi One Mississippi, two Mississippi Ay, rip the Band-Aid off of the wound The holy trinity is in the house and all you consume Three Mississippi sitting pretty, down for the count Shouting Rawhide, moths flying outta my mouth We been started from the magma Parted through the asphalt Nomad, no habitat feels natural Nowhere to run to, nothing to run towards When two Mississippi walked right through the front door Umm, this is awkward, yeah I feel it too, but it's you Brave spread you have some bullshit to prove How bout we check back on all of that confuse the mood But one Mississippi get the itch to do what it do Ok, shrinking numerals, blinking lightbulbs A dozen Hail Marys with both of your eyes closed I'm saying, take a breath and picture something pleasant This is absolute zero in every possible present, yeah S-I-S, S-I-S, S-I-P-P-I S-I-S, S-I-S, S-I-P-P-I One Mississippi, two Mississippi One Mississippi, two Mississippi Sucka tried to diss me so I played him like a hippie
Writer(s): James Simon, Ian Bavitz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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