The Jacka - Mary Jane lyrics

[Hook] Sweet Mary-Jane won't you lay me down I lost my mind long ago Lost my heart in California [Verse 1: Lee Majors] I blow a ounce a day, I'm rollin' paper planes I hope the runway clear I'm bout to fly away I like my tree served to me on a silver tray A lot of wax in that thang I'm reppin' Swisher Gang They say a apple a day keeps the doctor away I'm on my third pack of Sweets feelin' A-Okay Twenty blunts a day I'm rollin' up constantly Mind gone can't remember what I was about to say Still lookin' for my Mary-Jane, and yeah she my everythang All that I ever need, is a cup of lean and a bag of weed Girl Scout Cook, OG Kush, Cherry Pie you might think I'm too high Sour Diesel blowin' smoke to the sky and when I cop I need a heavy supply [Hook] [Verse 2: Joe Blow] (Blow, Check a real n***a out) Hit the club everyday spend a stack just on weed Girl Scout, Cherry Pie, and some Platinum OG When I'm with Mary-Jane I can keep my nose clean Cause she help me with the pain plus she know I'm on V's Keep noddin' off while I'm smokin' on Dream When I'm in the U.K. you know I'm smokin' on Cheese It's crazy being addicted to this codeine sh** I can't go a day with no lean Cook goin' for the price of Purp in '03 And I paid four P's for this Blow piece 5 gram hash plate filled with OG And in my Zag it's all hash it ain't no tree Call me Joe Blow the most, sh** you know me At least a ten pack knock when my phone ring You think you smoke more than me you must be on cream And I'll be sippin' on this lean til I O.D [Hook] [Verse 3: The Jacka] Lost my heart a long time ago Rap Star now all started from a talent show Really made it far but I wonder where's the talent gone I never went to school fourteen with my Allens on Out here (?) first like every time a (?) blowin' The first time I hit Jamaica it was gangsters with the (?) blown They took me in, gave me everything but they all were poor They were thankful, grateful for everything I offered to em He showed me his weed plants, I taught him to grow indoors The seeds that I left there, He ended up growin' for us Oppressed the dark African, how can this go ignored? Hard to stop traffickin' the plug just throw it to us I smoke a lot of weed everyday man cause I'm goin' through it I got a lot of money too and I can't stop blowin' through it Hermes belts, the shoes that go to it It's that hundred lights in the warehouse to grow music [Hook]