Lyrics:
the type of Virgin Mary was you spreaded out
These niggas gambling they soul treating life like a casino
Ordo Ab Chao
To hell with these Freemason architects
much pain
And you help to take it away
Help brighten up my life
I put the ink on the paper
Don't want to save this for later
Will you be mine
Miss Mary
Mary Foley- lyrics by John J LaDue; Music by John J LaDue and Andrew Vanhorn
Am C F Em
On a Drizzly Wednesday morn,
Colombiana
Stays free from the drama
Every other time I see her I swear that she be gettin' finer
I can love her like no other Mary Blige be my witness
H-town
what you want: new shoes or free tickets?
Don't ask me again, hit Dave if you want Kendrick
I know real love, I listen to Mary J
I can't carry you
that you gon lose your mind
Smoking Mary J, I think I found myself a pretty wife
Get some Marijuana if you wanna see me fly tonight
I'm beyond the planet
away?
There was nothing I could say
I'm begging you to stay, Mary Lou
You came to town in May, with an ol' time Medicine show
Your voice was so sweet,
not the time.
I know that I'm not responsible
It's white so it can not be mine.
No, this, this is Christ the King.
With a feeling of relief
I can not
afraid,
God is with you all the way,
Side by side.
(Narrator - spoken) Now, Mary was engaged to be married to a carpenter, Joseph. When she told him
you got
Cause she don't know better
That's Mary
There's something about Mary
I seen her moving, moving, looking so pretty
Baddest little bitch in
Hi folks do you wanna know a short story
Well wen i was a young soldieri fell inlove with my sargent
But stop right there and make no mistake she was
Sparking up with Mary Jane
Riding out that mellow wave
Got the fuel its energy
Make you feel some type of way
Get in the flow, puffin the dope
Imagine
into the
Game, If Im ever goin
Then I am goin the same way
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I
Ain't fuckin with no other drug
Nigga like me be smokin while
to Sunday
I love you so much Mary Jane
Tomorrow's gonna come but we still be high
I wanna fly with you forever let's ride bae
You can tell by my eyes you got
Mary
But don't forget Jane
J to the face
Bong to the Brain
Praise God for the Mary Jane flame
I was raised by the stank
Blessed by an eighth
Graduated
talkin smoke
Thats why I got my
Pockets full
I'm merciful
Hit the drum roll let the feels come by
Cant get joy with a pack of cigarettes
Baby let Mary roll
(Check, check, check)
(Uh)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Ay, ay, ay)
Potion, hah, said
Some X to get me rolling
Mary J we smoking
(Whaaat?)
Mixing hella hard
the mind
Pretty as a picture of Mary Blige in the 90's
The Gemini stay very blind to Hermione
Magic broad with her bra off very high on a tiny white pill
ain't no rules when you in this game
There's ten laws to the game nigga be raised by 'em all
Get ya respect on at all times nigga hustle 'til ya ball
bought the club, she comin' home with me
That top wasn't worth a dub (like this), you must be kiddin' me
Well, what's up with the ones? This bitch
Red eye, aye
Feet up
Potent refer
Such a diva
Flow to my own melody
Please don't try to keep up
But when you see her
Know to greet her
Queen Teez
Be
Nevers
You seem to be the kill joy
So get your ass in fat boy
You can sit up in the front with the Ringmaster
With the Ringading-dingalinga-ping-master
riders than Six Flags
And while y'all get gassed, I'm proceedin to get high
Got weed like Mary J. is (All I'm Needin) to get by
Tical motherfucker,
how I deal with the pain
I never pop pills no more
But me and Gang smoke back-to-back every day, Mary Jane
Niggas be hatin' on me, I know how that be
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