Lyrics:
everything, in exchange, nothing left
Anti-social, I don't trust nobody, I be by myself, can't hear a thing
I'm chasing money, trying to not think about death
Ketamine the kettle pouring caffeine
On the floor
Peyote up paper roll another blunt to smoke
Molly Mary Lucy in a cuzzi with ya bro
Shrooming lucid
at all - y'all signing to the quire
Legal bread pimp walk talk beagle head
The juice never gave a fuck bout what the needle said
You either feed or fed/
got the Amoxicillin
Tried to throw me a hail mary with that pussy I never caught no feelings
Go 'head and call me the villain
I know the lay of the land
pick
Me and Alicia catching up
On her arithmetic
Line verses chap
Need some cap stick
Buzzard must’ve been inspired by DJ Quik
I bought Mary Jane
the same, yeah
No my crew don't abide by the rules
I can no longer lie for you dudes
That's why I'm out here dodging interviews
Wait
Treat the Fuelband like
istyle sami
Goons in position you can never drive by me
I'm a star my G chela la asidakwi
Catch me on the fast lane with a Mary Jane
Ntwana I'm a mogul
of and get blown away)
This sweet I've been talkin' was potent
Got me straight thinkin' about takin' Mary Jane and eloping
Blowin' smoke with the sunroof
thought it was Game
Drove up the wrong street, looking for Mary Jane
Got popped close range, I guess he thought it was a
Game
Most gangstas in the Pen,
for the holy of it
Solely covet me and you, for you and I
Are blissfully tethered to simple redeeming
When sadness gets worse and we don't know why
thought it was Game
Drove up the wrong street, looking for Mary Jane
Got popped close range, I guess he thought it was a
Game
Most gangstas in the Pen,
Mayday, mayday, TeeRawk hooked up with KJ
What's wrong? Why are they both in the same song?
I don't know but I've been told
Hip hop music soothes
Hail Mary touchdown
Caught it, don't know how
Felt something lift you up a little bit higher
Six for the win
And the crowd goes wild
Ain't
knife hit's
This life isn't priceless
Y'all back home the reason I'ma write this
You a lame, lame, it's a shame, shame
You took your picture outta
in the club
Seekin love but you lusting she want you
He call you seduce you but everybody do it so you get it too on that Mary Jane feelin so fly
dance with Mary Jane kinda free
She liked to go fast and I had a need for speed
Ain't no wonder why her daddy never liked me
A raised up right girl
What kind of love is your love?
That you only feel when you happen to be with me
Soweto, we feeling the love y'all
Home ain't home, we feeling
one love
Crips killin' Crips, nigga, Bloods killin' Bloods
Niggaz tellin', gotta stay outta dodge
On the stand y'all be singin' like Mary J. Blige
But
that they told you
Now your acting all shy, hmm I wonder why
Everytime I looked at you, you turned and drop your eye
We faced, began to lace you up
Still got that key to the city....
[Verse 1]
uh..uh....uh
J-you, The hot shit, to hot to fall
I'm too ahead of my time kid, I stop for y'all
in
Can Mary fry some fish, mama
I'm as hungry as can be
Oh lordy, how I wish, mama
That you could keep the baby quiet
'Cause my head is killing me
My granny while on her deathbed
She turned and said to me
"Why must you view life so morbidly?
I tried to teach you right
But somewhere I went wrong
Um, I don’t skate enough so why I
Got these Vans on my feet?
They maneuver like manure
Caravans on my feet
Intruder come in and shoot you
Going HAM
Josephine, do you ever feel like running away?
On a daily basis
That's why I sneak off to the movies
So that's where you go every time we
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