Lyrics:
believed but its true
Yeah baby throw me out the room
Yeah she healing me everytime I'm feelin' blue
Yeah I sip on pink yeah
Yeah out my head all I do is
to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos All
W.W.D.D.
Lyrics by: clan R. Labrie, Timothy Donovan, Jr (Timmy J)
Music by: clan R. Labrie, Timothy Donovan, Jr., Jason Dubord, and Ty Carpenter
Sorrounded by humor, chances, changes
Live and reign with your fame
Counting stars in my brain
Smoking a lot, circumstances
Mary Jane let me be
rum, and brown
Have your head spinnin' round
Got that Mary in my bones
Smoke an ounce on my own
Niggas in the kitchen on the backwoods
That turn up music
thinkin') with my head in my hands (thinkin')
You been away from so long
And I just don't think I can carry on so I start
(Drinkin', drinkin')
Mobbin' all through the hood nigga doin' my job 'n
I ain't tryin' to be starvin', I'm just leg over barbin'
Poppin' shots at your head, nigga doin' my job
some liquor day ones
Pour out some liquor for my folks who dead and gone
I really thug y'all
Back in the day
Sundays in Sebastopol just rolling a J
the crannys it hit me smack!
It's filling up my head - I gotta get it out
I got me a plan to get the shit out
Pulled out a ice-pick and picked the bitch up
still sleep in my bed
With thoughts scattered all over my head.
Rocking out with my gold chain out
The words vanish when the sun goes down
And all
please do not send 'em at
My head i just wanna have a conversation
About how we playin' radio's game khaled
You a real nigga khaled you a real
Nigga, you
the orchard
That had covered your soul
Their empire increasing
And your country
Deserted by yourself
The bells of St. Mary call us to remember
That life is
seem to follow me
Like shadow see this anime and marijuana
Really make me wanna
Watch my head fall feet will follow
Soupy mix will leak out of my ears
Logic
Talk shit, get hit, nigga
This is a world premiere
Logic, Juicy J, College Park
Takin' 'em back to 2011, my nigga
It's a good day (good
kissing to some j blige (Uh huh)
If you with it we can kick it by the fireside (Yeah)
Getting busy to some whitney sipping mai tais (Ugh)
Hit the city
the thug in me (Thug passion)
I'm out this bitch (I like it)
Hey Johnny J on the strength
For real on my momma
I think we rocked this one
Harder than MC Lyte
out if you know une bussing
When you see me never lacking I be with my cousin
And I be chilling in the J
While smoking on that Mary J
While stepping in
(We got London On Da Track)
You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith
Got my head to the ceiling,
(Juicy J)
For all the dirt
That I did to my wife
Forgive me lord
Each and every night
Croked cops
Pull a gun don't fight
Blow you away, leave you out
my goon hungry, his eyes is red
But he clumsy, go whoops upside your head
We had dro' and po', suckas
Range Rovers flood up the rucka
Me
Surrounded by the hate I'm like where the love go
I got so much pain but cant never let it show
Fell in love with Mary J and this the murder she wrote
This
I’ve been smoking Mary Jane
Been seeing shapes up in my head
Of places that I’ve always seen and memories that never left
Oh they never left
And oh,
that's how I've been
Getting by
Every time I'm alone, Mary J. my ally
Catching flights like airlines
So you better sit down and think about it right
So you
is done
You didn't do anything wrong
I'm just gonna look at my phone
I'm going home and I will be just fine
Yeah i look that way by design
Catch my
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