Mary Jane

Sweet Mary Jane, won't you lay me down

I lost my mind long ago

Lost my heart in California

I blow an ounce a day, I'm rolling paper planes

I hope the runway clear, I'm 'bout to fly away

I like my tree served to me on a silver tray

A lot of wax in that thing, I'm repping Swisher Gang

They say an apple a day keeps the doctor away

I'm on my third pack of Sweets, feeling a-okay

Twenty blunts a day, I'm rolling up constantly

Mind gone, can't remember what I was about to say

Still looking for my Mary Jane

And yeah, she my everything

All that I ever need

Is a cup of lean and a bag of weed

Girl Scout Cookie, OG Kush

Cherry pie, you might think I'm too high

Sour Diesel, blowing smoke to the sky

And when I cop, I need a heavy supply

Sweet Mary Jane, won't you lay me down

I lost my mind long ago

Lost my heart in California

Check a real nigga out

Hit the club every day, spend a stack just on weed

Girl Scout Cherry Pie, it's a platinum OG

When I'm with Mary Jane, I can keep my nose clean

'Cause she help me with the pain, plus you know I'm on V's

Keep nodding off while I'm smoking on dream

When I'm in the UK, you know I'm smoking on cheese

It's crazy being addicted to this codeine

Shit, I can't go a day with no lean

Cookie gone for the price of purp' in '03

And I paid four P's for this blow piece

Five gram hash plate filled with OG

And in my zag, it's all hash, it ain't no tree

Carman Joe blow the most, shit, you know me

At least a ten pack knock when my phone ring

You think you smoke more than me, you must be on cream

And I be sippin' on this lean 'til I OD

Sweet Mary Jane, won't you lay me down

I lost my mind long ago

Lost my heart in California

Lost my heart a long time ago

Rap star now, all started from a talent show

Really made it far, but I wonder where's the talent gone

I never went to school, fourteen with my Allens on

Out here head first, like every time a child is born

The first time I hit Jamaica, it was gangstas with the chalice blowing

They took me in, gave me everything, but they all were poor

They were thankful, grateful for everything I offered to 'em

He showed me his weed plants, I taught him to grow indoors

The seeds that I left there, he ended up growing for us

Oppressed, the dark African, how could this girl ignore it?

Hard to stop trafficking, the plug just throw it to us

I smoke a lot of weed every day, man, 'cause I'm going through it

I got a lot of money too, and I can't stop blowing through it

Hermès belts, shoes to go to it

This that hundred lights in the warehouse to grow music

Sweet Mary Jane, won't you lay me down

I lost my mind long ago

Lost my heart in California