to keep me and I think that I know I've never felt this lonely and I think and I know summer field are ablaze what am I to think whan you turn away from
na na na Nobody's home, nobody's home Ooh, na na na na na na Nobody's home, nobody's home My four five-oh hit the front door Got me chillin' like a star
daddy's all right they just seem a little weird surrender surrender but don't give yourself away whatever happened to all this season's losers of the year every time i got to thinking
I say the s-p-m? A six three, high, two d's, I almost cracked my damned rims I swang and bang, I do my thang Mary jane be in my brain Codeine in the
you gonna believe what you see or what l tell you?'' [Announcer] Good night, folks. [Mary Sunshine] Miss Baxter, Miss Baxter! Mary Sunshine from The Evening Star
my mind don't think I'm lyin cause I ain't lyin if smokin is a crime then that's a cryin shame mary jane mary jane I love the mary jane it's underrated
dirty ass room Starin' at candles, high on drugs All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 handle Schemin' on you niggaz I sit alone in my dirty ass room Starin
field, Looked up to the stars and masticated wildly. What blood type do you have? David: I don't know. I've never been-- I don't think I've ever--
of me but less than 50 words were spoken. The last four were "We have no son". Some wounds never heal and mine had scarred me for life. A great star
but less than 50 words were spoken. The last four were "We have no son." Some wounds never heal and mine had scarred me for life. A great star fell
our place Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky And ask myself was I meant to be here... why? Yeah, yo [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] All that
Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky And ask myself was I meant to be here... why? Yeah, yo [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] All that I got is
benz But it's right there [hook] Ooooh na na na na na na Nobody's Home Nobody's Home [x4] My four five-oh hit the front door Got me chillin like a star
start gunnin' right in front Jesus, Mary & Joseph (Oh My God!) If that's what it is, nigga I'ma live You not playin' me like the neighbourhood bitch (Ayo Mary
the trigger till you fast asleep. Like a baby aint no mabey, coulda woulda shoulda shot back, you too hasty. Im so impulsive. I start gunnin right in front of jesus mary
in Chris Righty, alrighty Or maybe a swisher, I begin to kiss her Keep all the arms and limbs in a large bin My niggas keep mary jane like a fucking Tarzan
"The first words I spoke in the original phonograph, Mary had a little lamb. It s fleece was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was
