When I was 16, I met Mary at a party
Slim kinda like Barbie, brown dress on her body
Didn't take long before this shawty was on me
I was geekin when I greeted my posse
When we went inside I was ready to grind
Ready to have a good time
Mary had a different type of night in mind
She said: ODawg unwind
Sit down you're fine
For the next couple of hours just be mine
I Started taking trips in place of shifts just to see her
Man she almost got me fired but I never thought to leave her
Luckily the po po never showed those days I'd meet her
Because when that box was hot it had me frozen with the heaters (on)
One time late night, left my window open
So that Mary could come thru I prayed my people wouldn't notice
But her perfume, it was potent
And my parents they got noses
They know things
They told me
This was strike 1, and we wasn't bowling (not good)
Mary
Very necessary
She would sing for me
Like a canary, Mary
What we had was very
Extraordinary
But we done now
I'm on different types of fun now
Mary didn't go to my school
It was cool
I'd play roulette with the rules
I'd do what I want to
I knew I had to do
Som smooth to get my boo
On class trip senior year
I finessed, she came thru, oo
White water rafting, she had me too relaxed
Oars hitting my classmate's hand, they getting mad
I did err thang she asked, took her to the arcade I paid
Like 50 bucks
On games that children play
Ay, wait
That's not all, soon my whole life it revolved
Around Mary Mary Mary
I felt very very lost
She coulda cost me my life
I threw a party just one time
Next thing Mary and her friend JD
Let my whole town inside
It was
Chaos!
Chaos!
Chaos!
Chaos! Chaos! Chaos! Chaos!
Police came
Mary stayed
She was in my brain
Until daybreak
Police came
Mary stayed
She was in my brain
Until daybreak
The breakup had to happen
We parted ways
I still see her around
But it will never be the same
Guess it will never be the same but
If I have a son and he's just like me
The Apple don't fall far from the tree (nuh uh uh uh uh)
If I have a son and he loves Mary
The Backwood don't fall far from the weed
If I have a son and he's just like me
The Apple don't fall far from the tree (nuh uh uh uh uh)
If I have a son and he loves Mary
The Backwood don't fall far from the weed