Cucho Bandito - Maryann lyrics

[Verse 1: Cucho Bandito] Maryann: she an indie chick Girl belongs in a fifties flick I spit game in two words, she kicks back in sentences We kick back at her crib Call her mine she deserve it It's her room we nervous Waiting on me to give her tips One, specifically No love drug is fixing me We a quick mix, scratch and kiss Grand-master Flash paternity Constantly worrying. About where is she And who she with, and who taught this girl how to kiss f**, I just need to chill out. But, I feel like Millhouse My words they just spill out Closer to homer Hit a home run, than condone her To run home, in rain water She offered to talk to her father So we could roll steady hearts so spaghetti She's my dream f** Freddy She ready to let me get into her pantries And taste all her goodies Jesse to my Woody She wants it to move fast But I want it to last [Hook: Bourbon Mountain] Lightning blue, you're so pretty Riding 'round in my city What? What? What? Lightning blue, you're so pretty Riding 'round in my city What? What? Maryann, Maryann, Maryann, Mary- Lightning blue, you're so pretty Riding 'round in my city Maryann... [Verse 2: Cucho Bandito] Mountain top I'm a word smith Downing shots with bourbon You know you Nerd Heard of him Party start we swerving in Now we look so drunk, get brave taking Soma Give girls Strokes, we roll up In light years, our bowls stuffed But buzz cuts, ain't f**ing tough Man, f** you I don't cuss enough On the cusp of growing up I sure she hope she showing up: To see her, and be heard And weed hurts my features T-shirts reek weak herb I'd rather speak to her Maryann, not Mary Jane My spidey sense falls out of place She catch me on the way to cla** I catch her looking f**ing great All the time, she's all of mine She fits me like this column rhymes Wanted me to say Columbine Her drop dead legs fall onto mine Before her I was okay Maryanns my Mono-noke [Hook]