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Last Dance with Mary
- I met this girl at eighteen years old
- What I love most, she got so much soul
- She said excuse me lil homie i know you don't know me
- But my name is mary and i like to blow trees
- To start, I respected her. She had me by the heart
- A few New York niggas had did her in the park
- They say she wavy out west where she chilled after dark
- I'd seen her round before with a number of crews
- Laughing, chilling happy without nothing to do
- Artists lay with her to help em paint pictures
- We met in BK. Got introduced by some hipsters
- On the regular, not a church girl she was secular
- Hanging out late night, some would say we're revelers
- She would lemme hit the kitty like whenever I want it
- Always down for a ride. Yo the romance was blunt and
- Felt alone without her. Man this girl kept me hunting
- She could take away my breath like a nigga been running
- We could spend the whole night together in silence
- I tried to know better. I was putting my time in
- I rolled up the papers. She taught me bout writing
- Having her present made my thought process wiser
- Ima loner and a roamer so my heart stayed guarded
- Not the type for love until this lady punctured my armor
- Swear her legs stretched for miles way she looked in them garters
- Ride chariots on stars as we travel farther
- As we searched outer reaches, the questions get harder
- What the point of ships if they stay anchored harbor?
- She was speaking to the kid in me
- Even the mundanity felt differently
- But couldn't shake the the I wasn't seeing vividly (what are you seeing?)
- I done puffed enough herb
- For these dumb birds with dumb nerves
- She made me feel more free than anything else
- So how could it be that she's damaging my health, and my wealth?
- Why not man? you already know the stuff is harmless
- And au natural, ask around, it's so common
- Her aim like a marksman, her mind stay sharpened
- Yet with no conscience, she embraced the darkness
- Got bored in class, started writing classics
- But all she wanna do is chill and get the grass lit
- A victim to the habit, it bordered on madness
- I warned her that she's setting fire to all her talents
- Mama often was offering peace offerings
- Thinking "wheeze, cough, and then oh he's off again"
- I wasn't right for her and she was bad for me
- I stopped to smell the flowers, ended up with allergies
- Used to think she was sweet, only ended up with cavities
- And what's the point of eating if it's only empty calories
- So we parted ways to make things the way they had to be
- Though we discussed the future
- We kept our minds on the moment
- She changed my words like a poet
- She was my muse, I'm her Homer
- Obsessed with her aroma as I dragged her in closer
- Rest her head on my shoulder, pretend it wouldn't be over
- Used to run with Brooklyn wit our heads in the clouds
- Snickering round the cops, pockets filled the loud
- But when pockets carry lint, then who's snickering now?
- Describe myself in one word, i'd say a fiend
- Taking different drugs, my reality's a dream
- Used to be the sober type, and that wasn't my scene
- But we made smoke signals form pictures from steam
- So I asked my girl for one last chance, the last dance
- It's flowing like an avalanche
- I want the smoke strains and ganja rings
- But i just can't live my life like this
- And sometimes i just wanna light this spliff
- But i just can't live my life like this
- She love the green but not the money
- Other dudes were disrespecting her
- I peruse the outer reaches and what did I find
- But myself sinking down to quicksands of time
- Cuz while you're out kill it, you really wasting your life
- She's only gotten better and stronger with time
- I could just relax around her. laugh and have a good time
- I slept better with her at my side
- I knew it wouldn't stand the test of time
- Late night tossing and turning
- Wake up, roll it up, and then burn it
- So i got that fire like it's a furnace
- So I preferred a break up. My life could use a shake up
- Now the inner saint in my mind can start to wake up
- If Adam touched God, then I'll shake hands with my maker
- And it's money over bitches, that's word to the gangsters
- I guess I can relate cuz I'd rather chase paper
- But the devil's there and you can't seem to shake em
- But Mary had my heart and I might see her later
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