Lyrics:
gotta life to live
I was smoking Mary J right by the trap house lawd
Speaking bad on Ma$o name they really hate me dawg
Too much art inside a mansion
contritely raised
Our thanks to the Godhead, whose ways are so sure
For giving us Mary, our Mother Most Pure
Our hearts, overflowing with kindness and love
a fuck about no father
Smokey Mary J, give me power Wham Tejada
Double mint, bottled water, on a hoe I'm super cool
He crashing out by that bitch again,
me, I've been running
Running blind in truth
I'ma rain, I'ma rain on this bitter love
Tell the sweet I'm new
I'm telling these tears, go and fall
the morn.
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay."
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
supposed be the one
Let me be your fun
For a brightside of things you can scratch on my chest
While I undo your dress then we start to make a mess
Our bodies
Ok like I can't lie I'm fried
They watch me slowly drifting by
I am him and him is I
You want fake love I'm not your guy
Ok so It's my time don't lie
forth-on this space trip/
Fr version by Joe Fellaga
J’étais dans ma station à travailler sur les docks (quai) Quand soudainement un jour
J’ai reçu un appel
keep going
You gone put on for our city
Bitches in Houston fuckin’ with me
Ain’t got nun do bout
Whitney Houston
But live and die right by that glizzy
I
love you that much
Our love is destiny like Bonnie and Clyde
We'll die of old age side by side
Throughout the days I remained truthful
I keep it tight
West west y'all
ray j chorus:
Oh baby, don't you rush, don't you crush
We gotta just take our time
Hush, girl just hush,
Don't say a word, I know
wealth to distribute like a picture
In black and white, give it joy, give it, let it hit you
Spoil our existence by extreme gift to population
Father
MYSTIC ROSE
Words & Music by
Thomas R. COSGROVE
We fell on the eve of the feast of Saint Bartholomew,
Our love was thus unveiled,
The time we had
Don't fuck with the gang
Big baller shot clock
Dame dolla wave
Bout that ice like Mary k
She on my peter like Mary j
Dig up the past then dig yo grave
baby ken dawg
From the westside four-o's got love for short and my
Homeboy j-ball from the seven four from that gang
And the homeboy tracy d from
the hell out
Knew Public Enemy ain't ever gonna' sell out
Cause what we got is priceless
Mary J, real love Spike couldn't write this
Watching brown sugar
the love to all my plants
But my faves Mary J
Yeah, my faves Mary J
Floristry
I used to peddle grocery
Got coca leaf
On my fingers buttery
4 degrees
Holy
on J's
Tryna have a merry Drillmas
Uh yeah yeah yeah yeah
Mary's got a baby
That's why I've been really tryna find a manger
Why these starts I'm up
Yo, yo, yo, aye
Flippin these commas yea
Mary j no drama here
Sky too clear
Manin these moves fr
And its true i shoot to kill
Every damn shot, always
doing all kind of tasks
Mary J still on my dick yeah she like the web
I got that water like hydro flask
Cause I keep it too cool
Now they watch me like
respecting you always, cause you a real woman
Mother of creation, Godly-type woman
A nation can't rise no higher than its woman
Like Mary J, this real love is
charming Mary
Her eyes were as bright as the stars that night
When she smiled my heart did bubble
She couldn't make love or turtle dove
But, oh boy, She
We never been woke
Any cock crowing we shot with catapult
It was quiet foggy (Foggy)
Last night a mad drunk had come by me
And the few association
punctured in the back of your throat
But those bad things never escaped us
I just couldn't save your soul
They all say that our love is cruel
But they don't
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