Lyrics:
for Mary, I was ready for Jane
How do a woman compete with a man for another man
I asked my man why didnt you tell me that you were gay
when you
And I want mine, and I will do anything to
Protect and feed my family
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) come with me
Hail Mary, run with 3
What do we have
'm Frank
I really thought I stank
I'm Mary
Charley
By the way
I'm told we open Saturday
What?!
You're not serious!
Nobody's ready!
Mary on a
(Do you believe what I sing now?)
You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
The world has turned and left me here
Lit up
it's impossible for me
And do not treat me like a murderer, I just like to pee
Pee, pee, yes, I make R&B
I sing song
It go, ring-a-chong,
and sunny day
My nigga Spliff was sippin' Beck's, I'm slappin' hands with Thes
Locate a shady spot so we can circulate the stress
Mary Jane invades my
you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison
I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me
What is keeping us from being His hands, His hands?
Mary's driving home again, turns off the radio
'Cause no one's writing songs about divorce yet
Not enough
Hours in the day I gotta feed the fam
Write my raps
Record my raps
And mix my raps
And be a brand
Damn
Facing fronto with T'challa
Think I
with no rehearsal
I wonder will this be my final act tonight
And tell me what's the price of fame?
Am I a sinner with my skirt on the ground? (Queen)
with no rehearsal
I wonder will this be my final act tonight
And tell me what's the price of fame?
Am I a sinner with my skirt on the ground? (Queen)
joy He brings
Won't you listen to the angels sing
Glory, glory, glory
To the new born King
He was herald by the angels
Born in a lowly manger
Women out here beggin for rings when they be whores
I don't rap for radio, hear the sound of my voice
Do I sound like I just be talkin to make some noise
to hit them with the bounce
Which one of y'all gone ride with me
Riding around holding shotgun
Yeah we blow it by the ounce
Blunt cost more than your
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
together for Mr. Rock n Roll
Save me
Love me till the day I die take me to the mountain high
Baby
Guide me through the great divide and lay me by
with a little help from his friends
Mr. Hiatus won’t ya save us from your radio
Because these hip hop pop punk rock kids got no soul
Either way
my spot, they want me dead, and want a murder confession
I'm cursed with a blessing
My work is impressive come purchase a lesson
Please forgive me
the kind that explore
MC's, I blow 'em out, metaphor after metaphor
I'm more wetter than your boy bigger
So how you figure you can fuck with this rap
that explore
MC's, I blow 'em out, metaphor after metaphor
I'm more wetter than your boy bigger
So how you figure you can fuck with this rap unemployed
Nobody can touch me
No you cannot fuck with me
I'm leaving with Poppin
With her by my side
I'm going for the stars
And never come back
Mary poppin poppin
it's impossible for me
And do not treat me like a murderer, I just like to pee
Pee, pee, yes, I make R&B
I sing song
It go, ring-a-chong,
Hail Mary, 'matta fact hail Jane
Niggas take my name in vain like I was cocaine
My affirmations kill emcees like assassination
Bringin' you pain
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