dear mary jane
I wrote some shit down I need to say-I think we should part ways
our relationship is "strains"...oops, I mean strained.
cause you can have me on the couch for 7 straight days
I need to get up, get out and get something
which ain't gonna happen when I'm puffing
your a hurdle I've been ducking for way to long
and I will never win this race hacking up this black substance
so I'ma need to "take off like a prom dress"
fucking with you is obviously a flaw in my progress
and there was never any stress in our jar
but your perfume danks up my car-it's gone to far
so ima hit it one last time
try flying the sober rode out for a while cause your slowing me down
we been together since the first night I found you
so maybe we can get back together when the country allows you!