Maryjane

Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah, Aye

Now what you hear is not no jive
Its the Posi God, came to bring you vibes
But first I gotta bang, bang
The line of my weed man
Cause I need the gas
Time to light up the propane, Aye
Peep the prognosis
The way she moves her hips, hypnosis
Taking over my impulses
I think I need me a higher dosage, Aye
For the pain that I got
Keep me cool when I'm not
Smoke big like a rasta
This is more than a crush
Pack one in a rush
Maryjane got a thang for you
Roll up the gas for me
Ash before you pass to me
Kush gives me clarity

I know this is where I wanna be
Rollin' wit my loved ones
Smoking on some trees
You got cabbage, won't you light it up

I wanna know when you gon' slide
I wanna know what you won't try
I wanna know what be on your mind
Lemme know we can take our time
Ain't no rush, Got it sowed up
From the East Side, Ima gon throw it up
Don't want no problems
How you hate a young na from the bottom
Let a kid do the whip, I gotta clean up the dodge
Giving back when I can, just playin' my part
I hook the AUX port up and play nothing but DJ Quik
Yo DJ don't play Plane, he on bullshit
Just got the whip washed, don't roll the window down
Don't act like you ain't know we the hottest in the town
I'm like the new Bobby Brown
Tryna rock with you girl before the word gets around

This is where I wanna be
Rollin' wit my loved ones
Smoking on some trees
You got cabbage, won't you light it up

Do you love Maryjane
Oh Yeah, Aye
Do you smoke the whole thang
Oh Yeah, Aye
Are you rolling out the zip
Oh Yeah, Aye
Big chiefin' on a B*tch
Oh Yeah, Aye

Do you love Maryjane
Oh Yeah, Aye
Do you smoke the whole thang
Oh Yeah, Aye
Are you rolling out the zip
Oh Yeah, Aye
Big chiefin' on a B*tch
Oh Yeah, Aye

This is where I wanna be
Rollin' wit my loved ones
Smoking on some trees
You got cabbage, won't you light it up



Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy William Adams, Wendell James Hayden, Cameron Michael Grant
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