Dom Q. - Soulmate (Bonus Track) Lyrics

I say break it down, roll it up, pass it to the homie
Mary Jane, you the only woman that console me
Mary Jane, Mary Jane, you my one and only
I say light it up, take a puff, pass it to the homie
Every time I hit, I know you the woman for me
Mary Jane, Mary Jane, I think you my Soulmate!

Who got the Dro? Who got the fire? Who got the sack?
Who got the tree? Who got the sweets? Who tryna match?
Who got that shit, who got the rig?
Who got the wax?
Who with the shit? Who got the torch? Let's hit this dab!
This ain't no dance move
But I'm a couple levels past smooth
I got your girl all on my cashews!
She should know that cash rules everything around me
Tell her pardon me, I'm a product of my surroundings
Always was a hustler, Elementary selling brownies
I love counting all my money I don't need accountants
Ain't been on no nature trails but I been climbing mountains
Soon as I'm coming down I need to cop a couple ounces
Open the garage door it's looking like a chimney
Drinking so much liquor need a liver and kidney
I promise you this ain't the kid who fell in love with Sydney
Shawty started watching Disney, now she throw it like a frisbee

I say break it down, roll it up, pass it to the homie
Mary Jane, you the only woman that console me
Mary Jane, Mary Jane, you my one and only
I say light it up, take a puff, pass it to ya homie
Every time I hit I know you the woman for me
Mary Jane, Mary Jane, I think you my Soulmate!

I said elevate, levitate, floating off the endo
Reminiscing on the time back when life was simple
College living sinful, I was missing all my kinfolk
Smoking on this LA, tryna keep it confidential
All I really needed was a chick that wanna see me
With her momma working nights so we can f*ck in front the TV
Now a Nigga older need a woman that can please me
That gonna put in on this session and that cat gonna taste like Fiji
Water!