Mary Jane is all I got... all I need
Damn she really acting like a lifeline to me
I reprieve, depression always move me in direction
Always messing with my train of thought, towards negativity
(I believed), my last real friend died on me
(And the tree)
Provided life for me in the form of euphoric
Burning leaves, a true forest
Never running out of love for the drug (jus Do more)
Cuz I can't get enough of the puff (and two more)
So I'm steady grinding up another nug
Already high enough but I do not give a fuck
Pack the bong and rip it, then I light up a blunt
Cuz All my dead homies back Alives What I want...
(All my dead homies back Alives What I want
All my dead homies back Alives What I want
All my dead homies back Alives What I want
All my dead homies back Alives What I want...)
I'll never get that
Life is full setbacks
I been getting distracted
On the right track, when I hit my piff
So On the real Mary Jane is my bish
Cuz I'm alone, and now I realize it
Took some time to recognize how real life is
Focusing on losses, Building up my sins
Like shit, really Don't know who the fuck I am
