Lyrics:
And he thinks he's Hank Williams
Hear him singin' through the door
There's a girl in 202
Who stops by to visit me
And she talks about her songs
What's up, this is Mary, leave a message, and I'll holla back, peace
Yo, yo Mary, pick up the phone girl
Ay yo Mary, pick up the phone girl
his homie to park the truck, in the hill it wan nobody but us
On Mary Lee Porch tired of hearing her fuss, Dave in the house tryna roll up a blunt
Ayer me acordé de la primera vez, ey
Que te hice reír, de cuando te busqué, ey
Ayer me acordé
¿Por qué? ¿Por qué ya nada es como antes?
Mary, oh Mary
a good trip
Made a couple business partners, margin offers the whole tip oh
Back in the city the see me as Mary saw Joseph
I'm daddy out here, I aint even
Send her off to a little bible college in Missouri
And now you come back sayin' you know a little bit about
Every little thing they ever hoped you'd
my cup
I see that girl laying by my side
She'll say that thing that's on her mind
I hear that screen door
Creaking on the porch again
I hear that
shit'll rip yo back (This, That, and the third)
(A true love is hard to come by)
You can come by, baby come by
We smokin' on Trillato, gettin' dumb high
The screen door slams
Mary' dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey
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
Caribizzle like our lady
Originated in Kansas City, Missouri since 1995 baby
151 Rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl
the country aint too much to get into
Call up my homeboy Willie Earl
Bring by some weed and a couple of girls
Stop by the sto and get something to drink
I'm gonna tell you a story
'Bout ol' Mary Lou
I mean the kind of a girl
That make a fool of you
She make a young man old
And an old man
I'm gonna tell you a story
'Bout ol' Mary Lou
I mean the kind of a girl
That make a fool of you
She make a young man old
And an old man
The screen door slams, Mary's dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey, that's
way to cope
I'm from Missouri where they pistol pack and the place that made back door
Everybody gangsta since my man went and took his life
That shit
The screen door slams
Mary' dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey
screamin' my name and she grabbin' my back like, whoa
I pull up moves that she never seen before
Took her to the bedroom, then I fuck her on the porch
Then
The screen door slams, Mary's dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey,
know
Yeah
Yeah let the fan
Yeah
Oowa
Back porch ring and she bad too
I could win a ring but I aint have to
Rather be on stage with my rap crew
Tom
I don't wanna be that guy
Sitting on a porch years from now
Saying to myself
I shoulda been
Coulda been
More than I am right now
Do you wanna be
I got me a cattle ranch
Back in '51
Started up a family there
With three girls and a son
But when the war spread out west
And my brothers joined with
remember), oh, when we used to hang
On the porch, drinkin' brew, but now they drive-by (baby)
I remember (I remember), oh, when we used to play
Shoot 'em
the underground verbatim and stayed local
My auntie is a man now
I watch him and his girl hold their hands down
Tip of the avenues street lights made his
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