tales of mary hill

Huh,

Every time I

Slide

Back

Take a run

Young

Young

Huh,

Every time I

Slide

Back

Take a run

Young

Young

Ima let the window up and hop the fence

Ima put the dope inside the baby bin

I try to pray more

Forgive me for my sins

I try to pray more

Forgive me for my sins

Huh,

That **** there ain't built like that

I know he ain't , I know he not

Uh, I just seen him yesterday

With so and so on whassablock

Uh, I am not with all the back and forth in the midst of a lick

You with it or not?

Uh, never mind we gone run this back lord

It was too many ****

Quit snitching

Uh, that **** said he was on that until we got on that

And now he ain't on that no more

Pure dope

Pure smoke

Pray that none of my peers know

Bout this info

Oh you ain't gone hit bro

The fuck you here for

These **** talking like we ain't make them move around

Like its nothing to live for

I was outside

It was like ten of us

Them

Probably four

No need to lie **** hid behind his moms

We no where near close

**** don't play with mine

Cause mine will take a mind

On Mary hill road

Huh

Every time I

Slide

Back

Take a run

Young

Young

Huh

Every time I

Slide

Back

Take a run

Young

Young

Ima let the window up and hop the fence

I think the cops outside

I think the cops

Outside

Think the cops

I think the cops outside

Think the cops outside

Think the cops outside

Think the cops

Outside

These are traumatic tales written and performed by christopher.