Lyrics:
Barely hanging by a rope
Give me it all, at least that change
Niggas begging hard cause I made my lane
And the chest inflated with the mary jane
From
riders than Six Flags
And while y'all get gassed, I'm proceedin to get high
Got weed like Mary J. is (All I'm Needin) to get by
Tical motherfucker,
Ima stand out just a little
Loud so loud can't hear what you saying now
Ima playa now you a little
Boy I ain't playin
Fuck what you sayin
You don't
Number One (aka Animal)
written by Mary Simon & Sarah Beatty
I would like to tell a story
Of when I met a tiger without a gun
Oh she marked her
of the strong, loud as fuck
They ask me what is in my cup? I tell em this that muddy stuff
Fire up
Light another one
Yea I'm high as fuck
Inna clouds
I don't think
Loud pacc serious
Got yo bish delirious
Yeah man, and when I come
Through the door Ayeeee
Loud pacc and I aint
stuntin yo fuccn ho man
I came in,
perfectionism in the cloud
I get it bad when I'm out at night
But I think I saw you by the traffic lights
I see you in the wipers, I see you in the rain
I see you
the rare ould times
Well we name it is Sean Dempsey, as Dublin as can be
Born hard and late in Pimlico, in a house that ceased to be
By trade I was
Another question
Hangs in midair.
There's an answer,
I know it's out there.
Will anyone be aware
When confetti falls on my empty chair?
Like
I keep hiding
The more you move
The more you break
The more you bury
Been hanging out with
Gabor Mate
Clarrissa Pinkola Estes and Mother Mary
But
he should lie
So Mary wipe your weepin' eyes
Cause he is the balm in Gilead
He's yet alive
My God's not dead
Put your hand in the hand
all the dough
The scene: long beach yeah '86
Where: the liquor store nigga on some devilish shit
I went in to grab a drink but I came out a felon
out see you gotta go- I got no time for that in the row row-
No, no, no
Mary Jane is who I dreaming of
The one I adore
And the one I love
Bloody
Mary, he'll be clockin out tonight
For his life, I hang with the
Villains, hang, bang with the killas
Bang trey pound southern barrel spin just
Like
Opari, Opari Opari, Opari yea
Yeah
I know u like The sound
E nack u like eeh loud, when e come around, yeah
Them try fi replicate the lifestyle, dem
bitch like Mary Monroe
These cheesy bitches only make themselves look slow
I'm flying so high
And I don't look down
The time is passing by
Wait? It's time
Betty
Dress in Blanco like benny
Harry Osborne I love my mary
Harry Osborne i love my mary
Chillin with my homeboys
Sitting by the palm trees feel
can't open so I
Rather leave 'em squinting
Then I knock out by the time that it kicks in
Where the loud pack? Gotta have teen spirit
Where that loud pack?
the rare ould times
Well we name it is Sean Dempsey, as Dublin as can be
Born hard and late in Pimlico, in a house that ceased to be
By trade I was
a lot
Bring your glock out to the parking lot
That shit gone shoot a lot
I got lost and found
Gotta blame it on the loud
I can't hear no sounds
Gotta
to pitch them pies, better life than flipping fries
I'm the one the Crips despise
Move the Yay or kiss the sky, for having dreams that 50 died
Eulogy by Mary
time getting high
I could probably do this all my life
My mind has been in a haze
Cause I been puffing Mary Jane
The Stoners what I’m repping
Find me in
Royce
When I wake up in a new Bugatti, tell my family I got em
Yeah and I'm stuck in these closed walls, no ways out
Politics is polished to keep me
the drip and we’ll make your bitch drown
If you fucking with this shit then turn it up loud
You know that I am not talking about sound
Gotta go gotta go,
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