Lyrics:
That's why we living wealthy
Life is good
Cant complain
Me and my Mary jane
Bombay falling in shot cups
Catching vibes to sade
Life is good
Cant complain
(mary mary all night)
Ice shine bright like stars at twilight
Mary mary get you wide open show you right
B to the b j-a-y you know who
Hate to say I
the darkness
I don't tote gats
I don't claim colors
That shits for kids, some of y'all need to grow up
I don't cruise with my music banging all loud
How can one
he didn't need
The word of God he always heeded two
A man called Jesus
A man called Jesus
Born in Bethlehem Christmas Day
A man whose life
Mary Magdalene (Sarah Brightman)
Try not to get worried
Try not to turn on to
Problems that upset you
(oh) Don't you know
Everything's alright
on Christmas
Day he seemed to have a plan
He said I’m going to start a
Religion off and call it Christian…ity
And two thousand years later I
Went and wrote this
so virgin Mary brought wine
Holly sang "What Child Is This" by the fire
Of flaming shots and cigarette embers all night
Mrs. Clause came a calling
just a foolish girl
Trying to find my way
Then I dropped the 'Mary' album
And people were saying that its just not gonna work
And my feelings they
award me with hoes
Put em on a track like vocals
Leave em for a day and they want their
Master back like the first album by Jay
I dash with the dividends
of a carpenter, Mary carried the light
This must be Christmas, must be tonight
I saw it with my own eyes, written up in the skies
Why a simple herdsmen such as I
How'd a man become a God
Virgin Mary had a baby
Sounds crazy like come on y'all
Now you tell me he's coming back
And gon' crack the sky i'm like "Haha"
given by a simple man
Given out of love.
Mary knew and understood
What she had to do
That’s why she turned to this man
And softly said, thank you.
even seen
Behind the dash, in Mary's crumpled up machine
A little match box circled by a rubber band
And inside, the ring from Walter Browning's
even seen
Behind the dash, in Mary's crumpled up machine
A little match box circled by a rubber band
And inside, the ring from Walter Browning's
started way before the Nativity
They couldn't find an inn on Christmas eve
Mary gave birth to the Maker
but had to lay the Christ in a manger
Christ lived
cash here
And we'll pay it all back by the end of next year
There's Christmas cards and turkeys to go
TV, books and Nintendo
There's lots of sales with
Christmas I was smoking On Candy Cane
Felt like Peter Parker I'm with Mary Jane
Finna Eat this beat Up like Major Payne
Feel like Tyler Perry how I House
them in mourning in December and in May
In the graveyard of St. Mary's of Regret
You're married by now
She's kind I suppose
Does she know what she
Mary, you are highly favoured
Favoured by the Father
Who's worthy to be praised
Virgin Mary
You will bear a son who’s
Name will last forever
The Son
innocent
And that's why I love you
So take this moment, Mary Jane, and be selfish
Worry not about the cars that go by
'Cause all that matters, Mary
thinking why she's doing that
West Side is the town you will see me
Run through the city with the gold weed
Stop by my crew my homies
Ain't gonna do much
Yeah ah d Reefer King
Yeah yeah
Won't you give me the chance
To express my feelings
About this girl named Mary Jane
Mary Jane oh Mary Jane
Why
guard and angels sing
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
Why lies He in such mean estate,
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good
contrary, from Father Christmas to the Virgin Mary
And though the moments of belief
Fly by before you find if you'd just unhand your mind
Put your big
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