Mary Jane’s Urn

[Mxlplx]
Hard rock stars cock back so far
Everything gets shot from here to Mars
Aliens caught up bleeding like scars
So strange it's hot, melting the bars
They locked us behind, with guitars
Knocked up like felines in big cars
Spread out on recline growing large
Head's bout to find loneliness bizarre
Let's count to 69 and then close off
Wide open minds like doors ajar
Blinking lights make nights seem bright despite the dark
Thinking "I'll take flight" when the fight they start
Tries to make me sacrifice life's sacred art

[Young G]
Wake up angry, smoke away frustration
Heal cuts made me regenerate negation
Could you find balance? Mexicali slim, my chalice wander in
Wonder through the land like Alice
Reverberation limited effect, validation implit test
Salvation in mid jest
What I'm chasing? Don't even guess
Lost my patience
Finding turbulence words I chant, murder ants, worse than plants grow Earthly dance
Provoking to burn
My ashtray; Mary Jane's urn

[Swank]
She left the key at the door, and whispered "stay away"
I left my shit on the floor, and took the key away
Ran into one more, she said "to keep it's ok"
Ain't that what it's for? And for that I will pay
No more than the poor and no less than the day
For a world I endure only went up in flames
Believe me when I tell you: "I don't wanna know your name!"
If it wasn't for the cover, all of us would be the same
Some dead ass motherfuckers, with nothing to gain
Still under a shelter, life can't be explained
Dancing cause you know how, or dancing out the pain
It seems like I walk by every sweet Lorraine
Sweet as the chances, they'll never exchange
A million adventures, still nothing remains
Besides a nigga saying "damn, this feels strange"

[Mxlplx]
Headaches, back pains, dead weight, can't change
Boredom, poverty
Your love for property
Cordless shackles, oars without paddles
Hanging from trees, praying for sunny
Days while your money
Fades like the lovely
Face you once had, takes you from bad to worse
Feel lower than a hearse in colder weather than December
So confused, you can't remember

[Swank]
I had to leave a life and remove this dance, the perfect sacrifice will be my greatest chance, giving up all I been dreaming of just to freelance in the land of the long amongst the sickest chance
Slowly approach the calling like a misunderstood man and feeling love is grown one too many branches
One with a drive, and no one to manage, good things are progressive, alcoholic advantage
Gave me the fire, the chest is slanted, take me for tires, nigga take me for granted
I know you're restricted to run for this planet, I have no idea what our path is planted
We best erase ourselves off this bloody canvas before the faith becomes an ugly panic
Uprooted by the planet abandoned and stranded under the table, we must take our chances

(Buff
It's chaired by the for warp
In the blind, in the cushion knob
And the recording from it-)