Lee Majors, The Jacka, Joe Blow - Mary Jane lyrics
[Lee Majors, The Jacka, Joe Blow - Mary Jane lyrics]
Sweet Mary-Jane won't you lay me down
I lost my mind long ago
Lost my heart in California
I blow a ounce a day
I'm rollin' 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
Thang I'm reppin' Swisher Gang
They say a apple a day keeps the doctor away
I'm on my third pack of Sweets feelin' A-Okay
Twenty blunts a day I'm rollin' up constantly
Mind gone can't remember what I
Was about to say
Still lookin' for my Mary-Jane
And yeah she my everythang
All that I ever need
Is a cup of lean and a bag of weed
Girl Scout Cook, OG Kush
Cherry Pie you might think I'm too high
Sour Diesel blowin' 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
(Blow, Check a real nigga out)
Hit the club everyday spend a
Stack just on weed
Girl Scout, Cherry Pie, and some Platinum OG
When I'm with Mary-Jane I can
Keep my nose clean
Cause she help me with the pain
Plus she know I'm on V's
Keep noddin' off while I'm smokin' on Dream
When I'm in the UK you
Know I'm smokin' on Cheese
It's crazy being addicted to this codeine
Shit I can't go a day with no lean
Cook goin' for the price of Purp in '03
And I paid four P's for this Blow piece
5 gram hash plate filled with OG
And in my Zag it's all hash it ain't no tree
Call me 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'll 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 first like every time a blowin'
The first time I hit Jamaica it
Was gangsters with the blown
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 growin' for us
Oppressed the dark African
How can this go ignored?
Hard to stop traffickin' the plug
Just throw it to us
I smoke a lot of weed everyday
Man cause I'm goin' through it
I got a lot of money too and
I can't stop blowin' through it
Hermes belts, the shoes that go to it
It's 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
I lost my mind long ago
Lost my heart in California
I blow a ounce a day
I'm rollin' 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
Thang I'm reppin' Swisher Gang
They say a apple a day keeps the doctor away
I'm on my third pack of Sweets feelin' A-Okay
Twenty blunts a day I'm rollin' up constantly
Mind gone can't remember what I
Was about to say
Still lookin' for my Mary-Jane
And yeah she my everythang
All that I ever need
Is a cup of lean and a bag of weed
Girl Scout Cook, OG Kush
Cherry Pie you might think I'm too high
Sour Diesel blowin' 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
(Blow, Check a real nigga out)
Hit the club everyday spend a
Stack just on weed
Girl Scout, Cherry Pie, and some Platinum OG
When I'm with Mary-Jane I can
Keep my nose clean
Cause she help me with the pain
Plus she know I'm on V's
Keep noddin' off while I'm smokin' on Dream
When I'm in the UK you
Know I'm smokin' on Cheese
It's crazy being addicted to this codeine
Shit I can't go a day with no lean
Cook goin' for the price of Purp in '03
And I paid four P's for this Blow piece
5 gram hash plate filled with OG
And in my Zag it's all hash it ain't no tree
Call me 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'll 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 first like every time a blowin'
The first time I hit Jamaica it
Was gangsters with the blown
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 growin' for us
Oppressed the dark African
How can this go ignored?
Hard to stop traffickin' the plug
Just throw it to us
I smoke a lot of weed everyday
Man cause I'm goin' through it
I got a lot of money too and
I can't stop blowin' through it
Hermes belts, the shoes that go to it
It's 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