DREAMS GO TO DIE

He's dead, he's buried, and he is never coming Back Bring that beat up, let me take me To a blood trail People say I'm a dopey 'cause I always keep on coming back Say my Lyrics are some grades, but you know this shit All good Mary Jane is the thang in my Fucking my fucking chair roll, You can call it "fur" It's just only winter, But it can burn Weed what I man, You my name on the street I'm good, Thought I, complete, still ain't cheap compared to Weed Bring that beat up, let me to a Blood trail People say I'm a dopey 'cause I Always keep on coming back Say my lyrics are Some grades, but you know this shit all good Mary Jane is the thang in fucking Neighborhood