Lyrics:
doper than Mike Jackson and Anna Nicole
Whitney Houston in the bath tub
If dope had legs I be Mary and Jones
Cause I'm doped up, lifting your weight
the doubt
When a feelin ain't right
Gotta lotta shit to lose if I ain't finishin the lap
I been escaping my demons, they were just hangin on my past
You
Got me feeling some way
On a Sunday
Hoping someday
I'll see you on a Monday
There's too much gun play
More than one way
To deal with this pain
Mary
You ain't good enough to be
Something
See That something
Was bigger than what I imagined
The ones I went to
Were the same artists that feared my talent
a little liquor hit some mary jane
Wishing you where here you’re missing everything
Like my new baby girl and my wedding rang
It ain’t been the same since
This is the bonus
So, no time to play
Been sitting in the cave
Writing all day
Trying to clear my mind
I'm here to escape my oasis
Now watch me ace
Even if ya haven't
I know you Understand
Apprehension is Apparent
By the way we all not caring
How the cameras keep on rolling
While they shooting down
Yeah
This shit here remind me of like
Summer 03
Cruising with my Nigga in that Cadi right
It was burgundy
We use to swing on the hoes and that sit
taken away
I cried walking home
In the middle of the day
Playing Happiness by
Tory Lanez
I can't quit
The playmaker gotta play the game
Dream catching
I'm
secret
Charles would even call it a gift
The names Manson so here ya go have some cid
Shit I don't think that's what he meant by gifts
I just wish I had
Relieving all this pressure
And a pez dispenser
Call me the professor
I'm fucking Mary Anne
That's fucking right I am
On my own island
Inclined to dine I am
Oh, I
Oh, I
Yeah
Hey
Ain't it Funny
Spin the block again
Oh, stop fronting
What you tryna do, boy?
If you want it
I'll be here
So come over
Oh, I'm
it's me and the manne
Laat die kerkmense skinder
Los die tannies in trane
Put out the pace
Now if you like miss Mary then
We can have a vibe
Let go,
dealer
look but i know theres more
tryna run to the finish you were made to soar
look so if you aint heard nothing
Jesus is the realest over all no
My Life out like Mary
I'm oh-Blige-d to J. any ghetto queen that's sanitary
Don't play me too close, you'll get roasted by the human torch
from Newark,
stayed G'ed up unless must I will
I stayed up all night, I argue and fight by myself; this can't be right
Hmm 'cause if the lights were the sound
They said, "Mr Smith, please calm down
We're not here to hurt you
You're feeling a little bit paranoid
Your brain is over-heating
You're overworked,
What's behind? What's behind?
What's behind? What's behind?
Mother Mary riding on the dashboard
King James sitting by your side
I bet you cut
Look! You were down and depressed now you're ridin' the
Crest of the scoop of the year!
Accordin' to reports obtained ex- Extra! Extra!
Clusively by
In the House of horrors
Every door running man
Son Of Sam now getting
Molested by Ms cunningham
Ms piggy cutting ham, pussy it was stunning
Man 10
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