Hail Mary
Yeah
My friends say I got to relax more
I don't know how
My mom says try praying
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with, hold up
Smoking on the finest marijuana that I can find in here
I just need something right now to ease my mind, my dear
Smoking on the finest marijuana that I can find in here
I just need something right now to ease my mind, my dear
Take a puff puff to the face
Hail Mary, full of grace
Do I need my rosary
Does He hear me when I pray
Cuz I hear that marijuana talking
She sound like
Rockabye baby, oh, yeah, sing to me softly
I don't even say my nightly prayers
Cuz she swear she got me
Got me so high that I might be
Staying up till dawn to write these
She running inside of my psyche
Oh I think she might like me
Mary had a little bag of weed
And she offered up that bag to me
And if Mary wanna spend the night
She keep me up until two or three
Just you and me and anxiety
We play the game called hide and seek
And every time that I try to leave
She lock the door, reminding me that I'm
Smoking on the finest marijuana that I can find in here
I just need something right now to ease my mind, my dear
Smoking on the finest marijuana that I can find in here
I just need something right now to ease my mind, my dear
My friends say I got to relax more
I don't know how
My mom says try praying
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with, hold up
Smoking on the finest marijuana that I can find in here
I just need something right now to ease my mind, my dear
Smoking on the finest marijuana that I can find in here
I just need something right now to ease my mind, my dear
Take a puff puff to the face
Hail Mary, full of grace
Do I need my rosary
Does He hear me when I pray
Cuz I hear that marijuana talking
She sound like
Rockabye baby, oh, yeah, sing to me softly
I don't even say my nightly prayers
Cuz she swear she got me
Got me so high that I might be
Staying up till dawn to write these
She running inside of my psyche
Oh I think she might like me
Mary had a little bag of weed
And she offered up that bag to me
And if Mary wanna spend the night
She keep me up until two or three
Just you and me and anxiety
We play the game called hide and seek
And every time that I try to leave
She lock the door, reminding me that I'm
Smoking on the finest marijuana that I can find in here
I just need something right now to ease my mind, my dear
Smoking on the finest marijuana that I can find in here
I just need something right now to ease my mind, my dear
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Writer(s): Eric Armitage
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