Lyrics:
Sarah Jane Sarah Jane
You're a funny girl
I think your just the one I know who could cheer me up
sugar cane in my vein you're a tilt a whirl
and I
by the lives we live
If it changes it'll be God's prediction, so pain inflicted, like Jane's Addiction
Live right like Christians, but dance with
I can be yo Peter Parker will you be my Mary Jane
Yeah I wanna hit it but there's something imma change
Let me take you out and prove baby girl I'm
of halogen glow
Now I'm reminiscing 'bout bands like Jane's Addiction
And all the records by the Ramones
Put it on again, it's hit the end
Always left us
they come back, when they attack
When they come back, when they attack
I'll turn my back, oh
When they come and go and all you know
Are the drugs
brain just like acid raindrops
Mary Jane is the only thing that makes the pain stop
I let the music take over my soul, body and mind
To kick back
'Cause I'm a fiend nigga fuck with me
I'm a mothafuckin' fiend for that Mary Jane
And if you got it than you got me man
I promised my smokin' is out
To Heaven.
I'll trick you with this massive attack of Back In Black.
Raging Against the Machine just like Zack.
I used to have the common sense to walk or die.
(water by G)
Y'all thought the ho came from Harley, way she riding
Lil' hundred for the D, no, ain't no cap in it (talk to 'em)
I'll wear 'em one time,
fucking face
It's Plym, man are you dim?
Catching a whine off an island ting
The IC1, I'm him, I'm he
V to the I-N-C and E
I go by Convince or CV
Got
head you better duck you know I hit brains
Dripped down in designer when I'm spinning I don't dress plain
He get smoked just like Jane
Hit me for
shit
I'll be damned it's true
Mary Jane I'm making plans with you
is it cookies, headband or gorilla glue
I knew soon as it hit my hands
No shit
I'll be
ask to hit my shit
Cause today you gone get hit with that hell nawl
This is some real AK47 them niggas there smoking air soft
She be caressing my mind
the nerve to serve you up just like a raider do, but naw (naw, naw)
I take that back, that's my problem
Turnin' and walkin' away, this ain't goin' work when
to Egypt (I found my way)
I might hit Parma
Hit up the Jane too (the Jane too)
My bitch from Rexdale (my bitch from Rex)
She in the lane too (she in
piecing out this pack of tan
Stack it
If they jam me, I'll be back again
Young n****s with choppers, like its afghanistan
Or pakistan
Got a problem with my
about
But I can't help but worry in the back of my mind That I'll turn out just like you
Kids with bright future become adults with dark secrets
I used
laying in your bed
It's fucking with my head
I know I got my hit
But nothing numbs the dread
I'll never call you mine
You always cross the line
You
Percocet I gotta thang for you
Know bitch named Molly gotta thang for you
Yeah bitch you wanna party brought that thang for you
Hell yeah, Mary Jane
know ill regret it
After every dollar is spent
Fuck addiction I need help
Can't keep fighting in this by myself
I feel alone if you can't tell
So maybe
I'm the one stop shop where
You can buy a Glock, have somebody shot
Or get locked away but still walk
Toss me the microphone
I'll cut up each thought
Mothafuckin flow
Rest assure I'm always Smokin Cali grow
Sour D OG Kush nigga I'm Fuckin hooked
Whatta you mean Whatta You mean
I got dem books)
(Mary Jane
Mothafuckin flow
Rest assure I'm always Smokin Cali grow
Sour D OG Kush nigga I'm Fuckin hooked
Whatta you mean Whatta You mean
I got dem books)
(Mary Jane
It's a lot of cap
Shots will clap then spin head around
You better watch ya back
What? Y'all forgot the fact that I
Made a lot of hit's before
Classic
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