Terrance Moore - Lost In Mary lyrics

[Intro: Terrance Moore] You know, it's criminal The charges, they charge us Marijuana connoisseurs with We get high But it's all in good fun Peace & positivity All peace & positivity No one gets hurt [Hook] What does it mean if your dreams never come to fruition? Well f** it, it's stupid But here's to hoping this some new sh** that you bop to My n***as, I got you [Verse 1] I'm tryna smoke my reefer out of peace Promoting peace to impoverished peeps From Jersey to the Middle East A little weed in my system facilitates change My thoughts expanded to unlimited range Whipping rhymes 'til I'm whipping wood grain Hood man, doing good things Getting good brain Proving no need for college I got a need for knowledge Sort of like a zombie No one can find me Get higher than it grow n***as say that we loud But we don't smell it though We use our senses to develop flows Which envelops hoes and gets 'em out them bedroom clothes Yeah you know, in every city you go Ask about Nuveaux, and they know, like we know That we on one It's a strong one [Hook] What does it mean if your dreams never come to fruition? Well f** it, it's stupid But here's to hoping this that new sh** that you bop to My n***as, Dizzy got you [Verse 2: Mont Doe] On my way to party Listening to some Sade While I'm sipping the Bombay While I'm hitting the marley Bong life, the sh**'ll choak you up like Bambi Need a rich girl like Ambie Riding in Miami Swervin' in my Camry Tryna get back to New York like Camby (This can't be) The consequences from the decisions I've made A lot of girls I've played, but never faded Mary J I mean a lot of girls can sing, but none of them ain't Mary J Aye, what the f** I'm supposed to say? We all got our vices, you made your bed, now n***a lay 'Til we get up out this hell Bow our heads and let us pray (Amen) [Verse 3: Terrance Moore] Testify in these verses Rather die, then live worthless Tryna find my purpose, while purple surfin' I'm tired of working, but never time for curtains It get hot in the booth like church This Sunday service, could I be more blunt? Rich flows, come from an inability to stunt Just hope when I get money, I don't go dumb I'm off something and it's never white Forever tight, the rebel type Only press record if the level's right Bet I go off when the blunt get a light Like Mike, compete every night for the rest of my life I know when I flow for industry types That it's gotta be tight Every verse epic, that's odyssey-like Your chances of making it here Is like tryna win the lottery twice I'm tryna be nice, but I'm angry Picture, slinging lyrical dope sh** But when the money's the focus, they don't pay me Maybe when they see me take the Garden by the reigns They'll say, "he had it and he never changed" Even though I'll look different, they'll treat me the same Still wheelin', same car, different lane I'm feeling focused dog Since I rolled this up My thoughts ain't been the same Cannabinoids in my membrane Weed smoke in my shirt, high fashion sh** It takes time to master this So light the blunt and don't pa** the hit Inhale that smoke and let it last a bit Then repack that bowl, with the last of it I'm single, but I've got a thing for Mary Jane Don't hate my b**h n***a Don't hate my b**h It's just me & my b**h Me & my b**h [Transition: Lauryn Hill] You know the real you is more interesting than the fake somebody else I just want you to know that Truth is from the inside out You know, and the way we've been trying to heal and be healed is with these topical, surface, superficial, temporary solution And I'm telling you True healing is from the inside out You know, we've been told to protect our outer man While our inner man is dying