Farewell Mary ft. Zigga Zane & Epik the Dawn Lyrics

Bonnie, what do you think you're doing carrying marijuana around in your pocket

What are you talking about

You know what I'm talking about

These were in your coat pocket and Jim says they're marijuana

Wait, how would he know what that is

But yes, I got that"S" on me like I'm fuckin' Lois

Stay in your lane

Membrane insane, light up like fireworks when it's in your brain

Alleviating every single feeling of stress and pain

And yes, I'll share, but if I do, you better not waste it

And just because you held one hit, you can't act complacent

But let's face it, everybody has to put up a front

They often do, and it lasts till they hit their first blunt

And now you're coughing, eyes watering, grasping the air for oxygen

Thinking if I die here, then what am I gonna tell my mom and them

Filling my mind with homonyms

I can't bear this shit

And now my mind reminds me of it

Like I wanna get bare and shit

Get it

It's no wonder you can't open your eyes

What do you expect, doping yourself up with this wrong stuff

You don't even know what you're talking about

What do you know about pot

Pot? Is that what you call it

Mind hazy, my eyes glazy like donuts

Beyond faded, I go up when I blaze on they doors

Or something fruity, I just rolled up

Always in the mood, she keep me grooving with the tunes

Never brooding over old stuff

But since I'm black, police will treat the leaf like it was coca

It keep me peaceful nowadays, you'll hardly see me sober

Walking no I float, bruh

Gotta spark before I go to any place, so sorry, dawg

Just know that I won't show up

I smoke one by my lonesome

I just pass it back to me

Mama always had her nose up

Had to pack my bags and leave

Now the pack come stay with me

And the bags stay packed with leaves

I relax and build my stacks

Lego up past and that's on me

Until this morning, I thought marijuana was something to read about in the newspapers

Not find in my own home

Now you wash your face

Come downstairs as fast as you can

Your father wants to talk to you

What's he gon' say that I don't already know

That I've got side effects

Not worse than drinking liquor at home

Is it the brain cells? That's okay

Cause I have plenty to spare

And you know what they say about the turtle

He ended up beating a hare

Dro hit and guess it really hates niggas like Liam Neeson

It's the bee's knees though

Got an appetite, now I'm feasting

But my parents see that cause they smell it on me

I'm really reeking

Talking about the poor's choice

They gon' put me out for the weekend

And guess I'm really reaping

What I have sowed

Like some ripped jeans blowing dro

It's all that I've known

So I'ma keep breathing to ensure that this ain't just for show

And no, I'm not a heathen

Just a nigga who really likes dro

Both of you will rage better

It really isn't that Bonnie doesn't know better, Mom

Maybe the kid she hangs around with smoked pot

So she thinks she has to try it

But when it comes to somebody finding sticks of grass in my pocket

The whole family has to push the panic button

Some of you didn't find them, Bonnie

I did and I pushed the panic button

Why wouldn't I

Look, has either one of you ever tried marijuana

No

Of course not

Well, just cause you don't know anything about it

Automatically it's gotta be worse than drinking