Where is my Mary Jane
Baby need you
Come and ease my pain
Gas Me Up until I fly away
To Cloud nine on a paper plane
So High I cant feel my face
I think she love it wen I feel this way
Sit back relax
Just sip and chat
Or probably grab smoke
Turn up that music up loud
In ya stereo
High as ever
Cloud nine
With the antidote
Take off paper planes
As the matches stroke
Break up heavy buds
I'm think I'm on a roll
Or I'm ought to roll
Or I don't know
I'm f*cked up yo
But somehow
I'm still f*cking comfortable
Humble too
Please don't blow my high
Even if I f*ck wit you
I'm Wrapped like a surprise
In my eyes
You can see the proof
Got me feeling nice yeah alive
Yea I'm feeling loose
Paper planes they fly
As the smoke seem to fill the room
Chilling wit the guys wen we cyph all you see is fumes
Day will turn to night
Light ya L
And just play this tune
Just spoke to a kite so high up
He said you coming soon
Stop steaming like a cup a soup
Start leaning like you in ya coupes
Still dreaming clouds of Loud
Who I'm venting to
Where is my Mary Jane
Baby need you
Come and ease my pain
Gas Me Up until I Fly Away
To Cloud nine on a paper plane
So High I cant feel my face
I think she love it when I feel this way
An eighth might tease the mind
That's why I keep a seven too
Mixed flavors like it's vegetables
Man I love them edibles
And strands that are collectibles
Buy em up plentiful
House like a festival
Second hand smoke contact
Wasn't intentional
But eventually
You'll get a whiff
Especially with the loud that
I got up in my spliff
They say the moon rocks when
Moon rocks are in the mix
Nigga I've been there on my
Little Rocket ship
And I sit
Thinking bout past and present
The path to get it
Talking bout lavish living
Mary gotta me making fast decisions
Mary got me thinking life could be different
But it's all a image
As the smoke clears the clouds go missing
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Where is my Mary Jane
Baby need you
Come and ease my pain
Gas Me Up until I fly away
To Cloud nine on a paper plane
So High I cant feel my face
I think she love it wen I feel this way
Sit back relax
Just sip and chat
Or probably grab smoke
Turn up that music up loud
In ya stereo
High as ever
Cloud nine
With the antidote
Take off paper planes
As the matches stroke
Break up heavy buds
I'm think I'm on a roll
Or I'm ought to roll
Or I don't know
I'm f*cked up yo
But somehow
I'm still f*cking comfortable
Humble too
Please don't blow my high
Even if I f*ck wit you
I'm Wrapped like a surprise
In my eyes
You can see the proof
Got me feeling nice yeah alive
Yea I'm feeling loose
Paper planes they fly
As the smoke seem to fill the room
Chilling wit the guys wen we cyph all you see is fumes
Day will turn to night
Light ya L
And just play this tune
Just spoke to a kite so high up
He said you coming soon
Stop steaming like a cup a soup
Start leaning like you in ya coupes
Still dreaming clouds of Loud
Who I'm venting to
Where is my Mary Jane
Baby need you
Come and ease my pain
Gas Me Up until I Fly Away
To Cloud nine on a paper plane
So High I cant feel my face
I think she love it when I feel this way
An eighth might tease the mind
That's why I keep a seven too
Mixed flavors like it's vegetables
Man I love them edibles
And strands that are collectibles
Buy em up plentiful
House like a festival
Second hand smoke contact
Wasn't intentional
But eventually
You'll get a whiff
Especially with the loud that
I got up in my spliff
They say the moon rocks when
Moon rocks are in the mix
Nigga I've been there on my
Little Rocket ship
And I sit
Thinking bout past and present
The path to get it
Talking bout lavish living
Mary gotta me making fast decisions
Mary got me thinking life could be different
But it's all a image
As the smoke clears the clouds go missing
Baby need you
Come and ease my pain
Gas Me Up until I fly away
To Cloud nine on a paper plane
So High I cant feel my face
I think she love it wen I feel this way
Sit back relax
Just sip and chat
Or probably grab smoke
Turn up that music up loud
In ya stereo
High as ever
Cloud nine
With the antidote
Take off paper planes
As the matches stroke
Break up heavy buds
I'm think I'm on a roll
Or I'm ought to roll
Or I don't know
I'm f*cked up yo
But somehow
I'm still f*cking comfortable
Humble too
Please don't blow my high
Even if I f*ck wit you
I'm Wrapped like a surprise
In my eyes
You can see the proof
Got me feeling nice yeah alive
Yea I'm feeling loose
Paper planes they fly
As the smoke seem to fill the room
Chilling wit the guys wen we cyph all you see is fumes
Day will turn to night
Light ya L
And just play this tune
Just spoke to a kite so high up
He said you coming soon
Stop steaming like a cup a soup
Start leaning like you in ya coupes
Still dreaming clouds of Loud
Who I'm venting to
Where is my Mary Jane
Baby need you
Come and ease my pain
Gas Me Up until I Fly Away
To Cloud nine on a paper plane
So High I cant feel my face
I think she love it when I feel this way
An eighth might tease the mind
That's why I keep a seven too
Mixed flavors like it's vegetables
Man I love them edibles
And strands that are collectibles
Buy em up plentiful
House like a festival
Second hand smoke contact
Wasn't intentional
But eventually
You'll get a whiff
Especially with the loud that
I got up in my spliff
They say the moon rocks when
Moon rocks are in the mix
Nigga I've been there on my
Little Rocket ship
And I sit
Thinking bout past and present
The path to get it
Talking bout lavish living
Mary gotta me making fast decisions
Mary got me thinking life could be different
But it's all a image
As the smoke clears the clouds go missing
Writer: Raheem Anderson
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