Mary Jane - Lee Majors, The Jacka, Joe Blow

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

(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 U.K. 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 O. D

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