Lyrics:
the gentle child
a lowly heart must lead him
by passions undefiled
as Mary pure and mild.
O Jesus, babe beloved
O Jesus, babe divine
How mighty is thy
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
Mary-go-round, round and round
Oh let the Mary-go-round, pass the sweet
If yous a Jane user
Throw your hands in the air with this muthafuckin three time user
At the same damn time
Letting off two different choppers at
The same damn time
Putting down in different projects at
The same damn time
Dope money still
heavenly frontier
Water pure as the blood of Mary's son
Cast your fears to the northern lights above
Take the time, pull this splinter from your eye
View her
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
to let go
Mary left an empty space inside
Broken hearts lay in the sand
Wish I could turn back time again
Finally we had to realize
That the shadows
to let go
Mary left an empty space inside
Broken hearts lay in the sand
Wish I could turn back time again
Finally we had to realize
That the shadows
the champion sound
Believe, believe
Lamborghini Mercy, your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl she tryna jerk me
Lamborghini
we were all touched by Mary just like you
Now she lives on in our memories
And we all can smoke two pounds of Cali herb by ourselves then
Try
By the time we get to Wichita
Well be fighting over the short straw
We got a used panther in Omaha
Eating cigarettes and cole slaw
Someone please,
was rapping for like fifteen minutes straight
And that was my first time yo, I was like tenth grade, in the studio
And I knew that this was what I
hold back nothing
Oh well, time went by
I got to know her friends
So she knew that I'm a rapper
And started catching 'em feelings
We at the crib and I
preoccupied by my
Disorganized life
I'd like to use my time wisely instead
Close my eyes and take a breath
This is just a season
Hold them close and breathe
you hop on ya track and
Lie in your verse, dawg, if I get
Smacked somebody get murked off, casket shit
Funeral time and we
Ain't gon' do this rap shit
alone of all our race
By your Son's atoning merits
Were conceived in perfect grace
Mother of the world's Redeemer
Promised from the dawn of time
How could
to Chandon
Blackin' out wildin', smackin' out weaves
Breakin' niggas cheap ass chains and medallions
You're just a part time sucker in the game
Shit is real
A Snowman once at winter's time listened the winds whine
Everyone's rushing this girl stopped by she could read his mind
The snowman had this one
knock the hustle ba-by
[Cassidy (Mary J.)]
I stay with the ?? pound, I ain't playin' around
I got my gat at all times, that's the bottom line (Cause you
knock the hustle ba-by
[Cassidy (Mary J.)]
I stay with the trae pound, I ain't playin' around
I got my gat at all times, that's the bottom line (Cause
and medallions
You're just a part time sucker in the game
Shit is real motherfucker start namin' names
And if you name my name I whoop ass like Steven Seagal
his dirt. Yeah, back in the day. I'm tryin' to do mine now.. I live around the way.
Hook:
Mary, Mary quite contrary. She's a scare'dy, she's a ve'ry
And thunder splits the sky
My hearty gentlemen
It's not your time to die
The creature writhes
In mass from hell's open door
Man the cannons boys
Mary waits by
a girl
Well, Mary
Thanks, I don't perform except at dinner
Who wants to live in New York?
Who wants the worry, the noise, the dirt, the heat?
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