Lyrics:
lean all the lean, already way too screwed up
Was way too gone, I was way too cold
Fifty yard Hail Mary I was way too thrown
I was Tarzan, raised by
Mary's horoscope
Says what you already know
Mary's horoscope
Doesn't change the way I hold
This child
My wife
She says
Ain't mine
God bless this
could it be?
Is it the money, the hoes, I'm feeling the vibe, I'm still in the streets
And shoutout to niggas that's still on my side cause niggas
Hostile, mob style, rough childs
Trench coat, half cal, my dick hang to my calf now
Real nigga, I woke up with a kilo
Real bitch, keep kissing on my pee
dark and the curtains get closed
Are you playing your role?
As told by an organized criminal
And general, get off my genitals, I got your general
in Bethlehem
So the holy Bible say
Mary's Boy child, Jesus Christ
Was Born on Christmas day
While shepherds watched
their flock by night
They see
to say
I never did reveal
The summer flew by and I headed off to school
Met a girl, I lost touch with you.
Now everything is crystal clear
But still I
to be
And that was the beginning of my own true love and me
And it's home,boys,home
Home I'd like to be home for a while
In me me own country
Ring
Father, it's me
I'm ready to come home now
Please
It's so hard down here
"I know my child
But be of good cheer
For I have overcome the world
bombs to cease
Abraham in Birmingham
Is still scared of the police
And I'm here with Sid Arthur
Burning my last masterpiece
Looking for my lover
Her
your face if only for a little while
There as we basked in the madness
Dark in the moonlight a child filled with sadness
Mary tried to vanish but
for you
I live for You
Mary
Jane
Huh
French kiss you into my brain
You must be a Schizo 'cause you go by different strains
Oh Mary
You are my remedy
and mine
But they can put a man on the moon
And I'm stuck in Muscle Shoals just barely scraping by
Mary Alice got cancer just like everybody here
Seems
and mine
But they can put a man on the moon
And I'm stuck in Muscle Shoals just barely scraping by
Mary Alice got cancer just like everybody here
Seems
Mary J. Blige, with her shades on, I could tell by her stones
On the left, we have Lenny Kravitz, Puffy, Pharrell, Bus
Keith Murray, Redman, hitting that
cast
Between two worlds, each one higher than the last.
I chose the air, chose higher still and left an Eden, found,
But in abandon, lost my grip,
a xanny on my tongue
Bitch yo momma hate me cause she know that I sell drugs
But bitch I know you love me cause you know I am the one
Hell yeah, Mary Jane
Cracked the bell with a motherfucking gavel
Damaged cells, im the judge of my tale
Hail mary Isobel
You never can tell
I just wanna get high again
Not
the streets aint come alive yet
Haters still sleepin on him im jus yawnin they aint feel my vibe yet
They complain about the heat
Its summa time man im cookin
to trust the process, little by little I've been making progress
Now ive just been Lookin at the city's skyline getting sky high
I got my hustle down, now
he's here to prophesize
And says, "Fear not
You who are highly favorite of God
The Lord is with you"
Still Mary was greatly troubled by his words
Son of Mary, son of Mary
Son of your mum no longer contrary
Still she is judged by the fingers of mortals
Clutching short straws like DIY snorkels
(You're as cold as ice)
I still got that real world charm, nigga
Be alarmed
Body armor on, warmer in my palm (NYC)
Where you get the storm before the calm
to the river I know
Whoah
Let me go
Do you still remember
That it wasn't me
Who was charged with the task
Of all you had asked
And who dragged you and our child
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