round Playing destiny's game And creating her sound in a message Of love Tell all your friends, our time is here We're on our way, the message is clear
Käännös: Mary Black. Rakkauden sanomaa.
battle rap cats, just lay low cowards Oh, you mad 'cause I'm stylin' on you Love songs one minute, then I'm whilin' on you That's the pain, you gotta love
I don't need your love to disconnect To runaround kids in get-go cars Vaseline afterbirths, neon coughs Galaxies full of nobodies Giving us the farewell runarounds I took a Virgin Mary
Phone dialling** [Mary] What's up, this is Mary, leave a message, and I'll holla back, peace [Diddy] Yo, yo Mary, pick up the phone girl Ay yo Mary,
The letter stopped in a minor key A Christmas card that you drew for me Done by the hand that I knew so well Disguised the message that you could not
need your love to disconnect To run around kids in get-go cars With Vaseline afterbirths and neon coughs Galaxies full of nobodies Giving us the farewell runarounds I took a virgin Mary
change No more messages in the music, record sales down, gas prices up No more love in your love, no more love for your love Change is long overdue, Mary
Blackest magic, leave my soul, give my angels all control Blackest magic, let me be, keep your black tounge off of me Blackest magic, drop your chain
thing baby I'm takin it to the streets, but this version's much cleaner (I'm searching for mary jane, man have you seen her? ) Yeah, I found love on a
's where the Jeep's go past In the coupes where the seats go back In the parties where it be so packed And the atmosphere be so black And them black
forget to remember me (Drop it, Mary) I don't mean to feel like this, don't mean to think like this My heart just has to be sure That the love that I
Phone dialling] [Mary] What's up, this is Mary, leave a message, and I'll holla back, peace [Diddy] Yo, yo Mary, pick up the phone girl Ay yo Mary,
Ye, ye, ye, ye, yea. Woo, let's go! Come my lady, Come come my lady. I am the [?], You can't trade me. Hate me or love me I spit greatly. Fuckin up the
nice with the pen Mentally prepared for the win Black hoodies, black shirt, black Timbs Black burner, black ski mask and accidents Black trash bags and
love to disconnect And you make it, so real, I don't need your love to disconnect No way to disconnect And you make it so real I don't need your love
cats, just lay low cowards. Oh, you mad cause I'm stylin' on you, Love songs one minute, then I'm wil'in' on you. That's the pain you gotta love and appreciate
s where the Jeep's go past In the coupes where the seats go back In the parties where it be so packed And the atmosphere be so black And them black things
