Lyrics:
swear I'm higher than a plane
Cannot trust a soul now so I'm trusting Mary Jane
I cannot trust a soul now so I'm trusting Mary Jane
I cannot trust a soul
f**ker Mary Jane's my name (all aboard)
All aboard the choof choof train
What you smokin' on brother?
That good shit man
Baseball bat blunts in ya face
days
We can hoard up all we've got, or give it all away
[Chorus: x3]
Let's take it slow like usual
All day all night baby usual
If nights get cold like usual
I'll keep you warm, hey it's usual
You used to talk about
is a giver
And one's always tryin' to take
All they can take
So I'm sayin' goodbye to the people
That I feel are real good at wastin' my time
No
it takes to make 'em gel
And in Washington I'm known by one and all
As the hostess with the mostest on the ball
They would go to Elsa Maxwell
holiday
I'm just doing me I flash a few dollars hey
My fashion modern day
My passion probably
Thug life, Henny, with a splash of alize
I be with Rich Girls
always thought that you would be here till the day
That I could die with you Mary Jane
For forty years we climbed that hill and I can see the past down
without you
'Cause when the minutes seem like hours and the hours seem like days
Then a week goes by you know it takes my breath away
All the minutes in
advancing
Wifing no thots imma give her no thoughts living life all my youngins we banding
Scraped out the pot
Been earning my spot , she love how I’m young
that taught me how to be
Look at me now in all my glory
Overcame a lot, that's a different story
Abandoned by the life-giver
Lookin' back at my life
the life-giver
How many days will you give away to fear
Knowing well that time is dear
It's a tragedy to claim that you're trained
Without hearing from the teacher
on the court near avenue lane
Close By there they met a girl her name was merry Jane
Jay thought she was cute and had her all in his brain
But little did this
Big Boss
Still bend the corner
And I beat the block
They said we'd be dead by twenty-one
Bitch we beat clock!
Every day I wake up in this shit
Bitch
The Holy Ghost
In The Will of The Father
I wanna give all The Praise
Give You cll The Glory, You The cncient Of Days
Took the guilt, Took the shame, Took
it takes to make 'em gel
And in Washington I'm known by one and all
As the hostess with the mostest on the ball
They would go to Elsa Maxwell
there'll never be a freebie
Lyrics are abundant cause we got it by the mass
Egos are all idle 'cause the music is the task
Valenzuela on the pitch,
jane
All she could say
Was that johnny was the creepy kid
She barely knew in the 6th grade, damn
Dear johnny dont keep those guns by your side
Dear
but the moment is depressing
Day by day, you almost own it, but you've blown it before dressing
Singing a soothing sonnet, but it doesn't bring you
of blood, yet thirsty, it was tragic
Spirit aides, and He rose up from the grave like it was magic
Beat down death like it was Boxing Day
Freed from it all
It seems that I have not seen
All the things that I, you and I could be
I have lost my hands in eternity
So you, and me, yes certainly
Hey Jane
a weakness, tell them your day was good
Holding all of your secrets, it ain't painless
Suffering breeds endurance, you gotta remain patient
I suffer for them
nigga
She wanna dig deeper but shit got fucked up by the way though
How she left a nigga by the way though
Still im getting dough by the day you dont know
without drinking
Or one day I can stop it all just by...
This world is so damn cold, yet so beautiful
No one knows anything but, old stories no futures
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