What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon?
Just say the word and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That’s a pretty good idea. I’ll give you the moon, Mary.
I'll take it.
Baby, I could give u the moon
You know he can't do what I do
Yeah, It's true
Girl, I think I'm dyin' real soon
We could die in my room
Me and you
I'ma keep you in mind
While I drive right by
Say goodbye to the nice guy
I'm wastin' my time
Givin' you rhymes
You gotta give me a dime
Before I do that again
And I ain't trippin', I'm high
In the trunk of the Benz
Is where my women reside
Where my women will die
I ain't got no friends
And I don't listen to y'all
I'm equipped for the fall
And the winter and all
When the summer come
I'ma have enough to get the fuck out
I could buy a truck and
Drive that motherfuckin' truck out (skrr)
Tryna buy luck
If you don't die that means you lucked out
I ain't tryna fuck
I see the moon and bug the fuck out