I'm a victim of Mary Jane's tranquil, therapeutic seduction
Nothing less than systematic construction when the joints in production
Take a dose of the potion, send the herb into motion
Sit back and float in her ocean while she marinates my emotions
This is reason for boastin', the weed only adds to the notion
That what you thought was the bomb, never had an explosion
English Major, I'll wager, I'm more major with English
You niccas unfinished talent and there's no way to complete it
You prolly heated, depleted - thinkin' I'm way too conceited
Mad that my words standin' tall while yours are quiet and seated
Because of confidentiality agreements, I can't say what artists i ghost write for, but
heres some shit I just wrote up, so if you spit and suck and need bars, PM bruhv.
