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Favorite song on the radio playin'
And you're family's all around you, if you know what I'm sayin'
The feelin's tight with lots of smoke in
Hey, David, I hear you've been dreaming
About being a big time shepherd some day
You're gonna prove your brothers wrong
You're gonna sing your
you
My only plan is to be free
With or without you
I'm still me
Ah
I'll join a band and sing like a canary
Get out of here and change my name to Cherry
fitness, Mary Blige be my witness
Under pressure, I lie for ya, die for ya
Cougar by the thigh for ya, right hand high for ya
Because of you, I'm inheritin'
how can I be me?
Self, Self, Self, Self
Self
What up?
Self
What up?
Self
What up?
Ok envision a pyramid of discovery
Drowned in a lotus pond with
name
And I named this song for you
Mary, my Mary
Our spring has returned once again
Green grass is growing
Let's hope it will never end
Softly. . . sing
She gets me high like her names Mary Jane
She makes feels a way that I can't explain
I love the way it sounds when she says my name
Things moving
any image of stone
I am the Lord, your God
O the angels is really singin' out tonight
The sun hits the ground, Lucy sings out ya name
On the patio, He
with dirty dishes,
bread crumbs, walnut shells, empty cigarette packs,
beer cans, candle wax.
I grabbed a plastic bag,
held on the Virgin Mary's head.
boys and her name is Mary Jane
'Cause I burn (big dope) with my dogs
Joe Clay rolled a blunt so big this shit look like a log
In my dressing room but
you're buried in the ground
You can feel it get scary even now
Uh uh
Aye HVZE
I fuck with you mayne
I love the way you hit the yay and tell us all what you
back with a vengeance
And back to back Benzes, back to back winnin'
Rap failed, oh well, gimme back my scale and a burn out cell, I'll grow clientele
the past to tell you what it was really like when this carpenter's son was born
Starting with how matchmaking almost made me marry Mary
She was a fine young
that want the pipe now
But they know I’m damn near married
My chick remind me of a young Halle Berry
That rap better than Lauryn and sing like Mary
bite too hard, I'ma say that shit
But don't bite me bitch, I don't play that shit
Marques Houston, I don't play that shit
By the time we got halfway
baa black sheep, rock star, rap G
Make enough dough to own a black card, that's deep
I've been getting real fucking friendly with the banks man
And I
were but four
One by one, we chose our straws
'Til only I remained
But Mary, you are with me now
All around me in the waves
Yes, Mary
You are in
One day we are young
And by the next one we are old despite the years
And tears of gold precede the rapture
Time has its way with everyone
In
I was the son of a wagoner, born with a heavy load
I grew up at the old home place, down by the Rockford Road
Down by the Rockford Road
For years I
should let you down,
I only wish to make you proud, but
I'd really like to play with the children now.
cm I allowed?
For a moment to go out?
Mary, still
Along with the rest of your outdated Raps
Next to your packs of
Garcia Vega Cigar Papers
If I catch your mama
Joggin' in cross trainers
I'ma go across her
Cracked the bell with a motherfucking gavel
Damaged cells, im the judge of my tale
Hail mary Isobel
You never can tell
I just wanna get high again
Not
Type spoken true zonin out in the vocal booth
How I do that? Found new raps with tight blonde streaks in the middle
Or die blue black
Q grill write
got that Mary Jane, I smoke the hairiest pot
What if Mary Magdalene had a bloody Mary with a virgin
On December 25th, while bumping Mary J Blige
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