B. White & Mayo - Mary Jane

〈chorus: 〈.?.〉 & method man〉
Clouds go away
Mary jane, mary jane, mary j— (he cookin' up some marvelous shit)

〈verse 1: b. white〉
I pay you back quickly (quickly), i roll that sticky (uh-huh)—*record scratch*
I pay you back quickly (quickly), i roll that sticky (uh-huh)
Pounds on deck, but won't roll that fifty, no—*record scratch*
I pay you back quickly (quickly), i roll that sticky (uh-huh)
Pounds on deck, but won't roll that fifty, no (nah)
Kush pack, twist that, let the piff burn
Look, my weed man is like big worm
It's easy to tell that i'm easy to sell
I'm hip-hop 'til i drop, unless i rot in a cell
They sayin', "beats so real that he don't need no deal"
Self-made street muscle of the deebo drill (gimme that)
I keep haze in the vega (vega), i gaze at the haters
I just lick, twist the piff, then hit lift, elevator
I'm diggin' for my paper, paid the cost, then i lit it up
I'm with your broad, gettin' knobbed in the pickup truck (damn)
Sweet swisher down the middle, no, i split it up
Consistently, i'm twistin' 'til the day they make me piss in cups
Me and mary married, love, boy, you barely married
Sweet water dro, no dirt, yo, it's rarely varied

〈chorus: 〈.?.〉 & mac miller〉
Clouds go away
Mary jane, mary jane, mary j— (uh, look)
〈verse 2: mac miller〉
Mayo brought an ounce through, believe it, we gon' blow it down
Mary a slut, always got enough to go around
Used to cop dubs, but i'm smokin' by the oprah now
Hit a l before i hit the booth, i think i'm sober now
Swisher's lit, zips of piff, high and i'm illiterate
Smoke a sticky with your bitch, she rubbin' on her clitoris
Nasty, keep a couple baggies full of haze
Mayo tell me that i'm pop, i just tell 'im that i'm blazed
Used to sell it, now i'll buy it 'til i'm broke
If you feelin' stressed out, you should try a little dope
Boy, it's workin' for me, go berserk with the weed
Yeah, i'll probably go to college, get a herbal degree
Purple and green, hit this bitch and taste the rainbow
I'm smokin' l's while my girl givin' me tato
B. white got me faded 'cause he blazin' on that

〈chorus: 〈.?.〉, mac miller & mayo〉
Mary jane, mary jane, mary jane, mary jane (haha)
Clouds go away
Mary jane, mary jane, mary j— (i love you, mary, i love you, uh)

〈verse 3: mayo〉
See my livelihood, everything i ride is wood
I supply the good, i represent the live-r's hood
Thanks to mary, never had a job
Even though these cannons i carry never had to rob, no (woo)
Give me some top up on slippery rock
Back home, these is twenty, up here, they fifty a pop
Boy, i think you about to see a whole lot more of me now
Out in temple, gettin' temple from sorority girls
My 〈.?.〉 are normally loud (woo), ain't no more ignorin' me now
Locked down every campus 〈.?.〉
You met my shorty, yeah, she's forty to cal
And my luger, she's a cougar, she like forty-four now, woah
I kick a freestyle, out-of-towner's got the 412 on the speed dial
〈.?.〉 got the beam now, uh
Fuckin' with mac's like fuckin' with b.
Fuckin' with b.'s like fuckin' with me
Somethin' you don't wanna see (no)
I smoke cannon blunts, you put halves of grams in blunts
I hit your man off, you don't want your man 〈.?.〉
You damn dunce, don't go sit on the corner
Sit in the corner, time out, your ass is a goner (ow)
Big guns like 〈.?.〉
I hold mary down, your girl, i ain't diggin' her down, i don't want her, uh (ow)
I can give you some pounds, don't give me a frown
I make you simmer it down with no burner