Mary

I think I'm type gay for you Mary. Like you carry. All the wait I wanna bury yo it's kind of Scary. And I ain't even smoked yet. only with you I want all the smoke. And when he f*ck Me I feel All the strokes. Cause you're there sugar tits. Sunday morning. Wake and bake Then cook me up some grits. With the butter. The cheddar. Yo. The salt the pepper. Any Weather. Life is better When we are together They Judge us Mary J. They dead ass think I do but I don't care. Each time you had my Fuckin back. They weren't there. You block them out then impregnate my soul with Music. The anxious nights I hardly slept. You got me through it. On some truth shit Unlock the spirit. They don't want to hear it. How much I'm left alone. I only have you The bums pretend they love me. Just to get to you too. You know. Those is You tryna Match ass niggas. Trash ass niggas. Ain't got no money but always got a pack ass Niggas. Yo who gassed these niggas? Because the shit these niggas smoke ain't even Gas my nigga. I just laugh at niggas