Ricky Hil - March lyrics

Limosa Nostra, yeah 2 P's that's pounds if you ain't know Well Baby I'm a fool Everything that's going on is wrong today Going on is wrong today Aye Maybe I'm profound You don't need me anyway She aint gon need me anyway But i'm still slick wit it fu*k a critic they aint live it they ain't did it Mama im on alot of downers Im from Ct we the outta towners They the all black gowners I get a pound for, three and then i drown her And she loves me, so every chance i get i'm around her That's mary jane b*tches Morphine in vein b*tches Still the same b*tches They the lame b*tches Ima stay herе til my fu*king lane switches Get it? but it wont im so hippiе And they leave im so trippy Unsure about the life that it gives me Call me piff smoke piffy And I'm lifting, drifting Think about the pain Think about the gifting They don't give it out too much And they don't live it out too much CT, uh Gosh it feel like my head is somewhere else