| Mary
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| M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Mary
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| M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Mary
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| Mary make my mind imminent, make mine m-melody delightful?
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| Give me the bong, a blunt if not some give me the spliff
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| A pipe full
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| Chocolate, gotta get faded
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| Take a hit, shake a bit, I’m stimulated
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| Don’t be afraid, take a toke and choke until you kill it
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| Just go away with the smoke and smoke until you feel it
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| Miss Mary-juana wanna marry me and make me happy
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| I know you wanna, I can see your green eyes starin' at me
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| Those who know can understand the life of Mary
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| Those who glow, they live the life of lovin Mary
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| Those who grow can see the life preserve in Mary
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| Those opposed…
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| Do you wanna know how to control and separate your ego from your soul?
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| Come follow me, come follow me equality grows
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| And those who propose legality their mentality shows
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| Thier virtu-o-so, it won’t hurt you, no
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| So, roll, roll, roll your joint and anoint
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| To the point your bredren to ignite
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| Get a light, better strike
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| A match a bright green batch
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| Of buddha, tye, indo, the sess
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| Would it tie into your stress
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| Yes, yes, this is cannabis
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| Indeed I mean TWEED!
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| M-M-M, M-M-M, M-M-M, M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Mary
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| Boss, buds, got you in love
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| Took a tug and presto blood vessels
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| Love the drug into your system
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| You’re feelin' high, your inner eye
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| Oh my, see the sky, good bye
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| It’s everywhere so why do they lie?
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| You wanna try to deny, you shy?
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| What a guy, can you keep a secret?
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| Hemp is a temporary pimp for those that need
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| He know not, but a hot bowl of pot to free his soul
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| And one planted seed
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| M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Mary
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| Some call you ganjah, pot, grass, Acapulco Gold
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| Take an indo load, in load, unload, take a hit, hold, sold
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| At the nearest corner right down the road
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| The more he growed, he showed, unfold a twenty and get blowed
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| It glowed in the dark, so park your car and spark a bowl
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| Whether young or old we all love M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Mary
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| And since me no sense is illegal
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| I’mma toke on my blunt and smoke when I want and fly…
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| M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Mary
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| Mary Bell, Mary Mack, Mary Tyler Moore/more sacks
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| Mary Jane attracts merry kings and Queen Marys
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| Mary sings fifteen Marys
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| Mary has a little thing for green Marys
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| The government is lovin' it, you dealin' it
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| They killin' it
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| So I defend the herbal blessing with verbal expression
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| So roll, roll, roll your joint gently at the seams
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| Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is not a dream |