Molly's got a Molly
Molly's on a Molly
Molly's got a Molly

Molly's on a Molly

Molly's got a Molly

Molly's on a Molly
Molly's got a Molly
Molly's on a Molly


Verse I


(Molly's on a Molly)- But I'm just on this weed/
She got marks all on her body, slit wrist begin to bleed


Fake tits- real weave- fake $$#- real g-string/
Hanging over her jeans, she- stalking Jack for his beans, the


Passion's reenacted off of a movie I imagined, magic dragon/
In my bloodstream- this reptilians more attractive


She so cold, don't know of love- that- that coca has got her numb/
Smiling, but she's dying, Molly lost feeling of her tongue


Speaking lies, I accept. Brain fried. Scrambled eggs/
She rolling me up another... begging that i stoke her leg


She rollin' (rollin', rollin')x8/
----Yeah baby I'm chosen (chosen, chosen)x8. The scene is golden...






Verse II

(Molly's on a Molly)- Kamikaze crashing, burning/

On a plane we gliding- I come down, she cannot surface

So she pops another abusive substance in her stomach/

Now she starts to vomit, this where I start to realize something

Molly's on a Mali- I'm just on this weed/

Why we caught up in the moment that is so glittering

Oh what these women bring is the opposite of golden rings/

The epitome of nightmares and broken dreams

Controlled by the strings, condoned by the fiends/

I'm now surrounded by black and white imagery

-----No longer golden but more on the line of lonesome/

Shot still inside a frame, my memory is stolen...