[Intro] [instrumental, atmospheric jungle beats with banjo and mandolin picking] [Verse 1] At the Mississippi Tennessee Stateline Where the cotton grew high My Uncle Nelson ran the family with a cold steel eye He'd sit on the porch in his rebel flag chair Preachin' 'bout purity, hatin' folks with dark hair Triple K meetin's on Saturday night Hoods in the closet, keepin' the wrong folks in fright He'd say, "Boy, remember, some things just don't blend Like oil and water, that's how it'll end" [Chorus] [anthemic, layered harmonies, heavy drums] Oh, Uncle and some kin must be rollin' in their graves Spinnin' like tornadoes in them old pine boxes they craved Simply by their collaboration, the thought of 'em shakin' hands Salt & Pepper — boy, they don't mix, that's how it stands But the Triple K lost, yeah they kill it in song Especially the remix, droppin' beats all night long Uncle's ghost is hollerin', "Turn that mess off!" But I'm laughin' up here, watchin' 'em shake it off [Verse 2] Now there's this duo blowin' up the charts today One white as wonder bread, one's dark as night, okay? Pepper on the mic with a subtle country drawl Salt bringin' fire, makin' the whole crowd bawl They harmonize perfect on a track 'bout unity While Uncle's portrait falls off the wall in mutiny I embrace theirs gigs, no need for undercover Uncle'd disown me, but dang, they're like brothers [Chorus] Oh, Uncle and some kin must be rollin' in their graves Spinnin' like tornadoes in them old pine boxes they craved Simply by their collaboration, the thought of 'em shakin' hands Salt & Pepper — boy, they don't mix, that's how it stands But the Triple K lost, yeah they kill it in song Especially the remix, droppin' beats all night long Uncle's ghost is hollerin', "Turn that mess off!" But I'm laughin' up here, watchin' 'em shake it off [Bridge] Times are changin', Uncle, better hold on tight Your old world's crumblin' under them stage lights Black and white keys on the same piano play Makin' sweet music — whatcha gonna say? I reckon you'd faint if you saw 'em hug on stage But nephew here's smilin', turnin' the page... [Chorus] [anthemic, layered harmonies, heavy drums] Oh, Uncle and some kin must be rollin' in their graves Spinnin' like tornadoes in them old pine boxes they craved Simply by their collaboration, the thought of 'em shakin' hands Salt & Pepper — boy, they don't mix, that's how it stands But the Triple K lost, yeah they kill it in song Especially the remix, droppin' beats all night long Uncle's ghost is hollerin', "Turn that mess off!" But I'm laughin' up here, watchin' 'em shake it off [Outro] [instrumental fade, chaotic jungle percussion, banjo mandolin clash, laughter echo]
