What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You, you want the Moon? Just say the word and I´ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down
Hey. That´s a pretty good idea I´ll give you the Moon, Mary I´ll take it
Baby, I could give you the Moon You know he can´t do what I do, yeah, It´s true Girl, I think I´m dyin´ real soon We could die in my room, me and you Baby, I could give you the Moon You know he can´t do what I do, yeah, It´s true Girl, I think I´m dyin´ real soon We could die in my room, me and you
I´ma keep you in mind While I drive right by Say goodbye to the nice guy I´m wastin´ my time Givin´ you rhymes
You gotta give me a dime Before I do that again And I ain´t trippin´, I´m high In the trunk of the Benz Is where my women reside Where my women will die I ain´t got no friends And I don´t listen to y´all I´m equipped for the fall And the winter and all When the summer come I´ma have enough to get the fuck out I could buy a truck and Drive that motherfuckin´ truck out (Skrr) Tryna buy luck If you don´t die that means you lucked out I ain´t tryna fuck I see the Moon and bug the fuck out
Mary, I know what I´m going to do tomorrow and the next day and the next year and the year after that I´m shaking the dust of this crummy little town off my feet and I´m going to see the world Italy, Greece, the Parthenon, the Coliseum. Then I´m coming back here and I´ll go to college and see what they know and then I´m going to build things I´m going to build air fields. I´m going to build skyscrapers a hundred stories high I´m going to build bridges a mile long. Well, are you going to throw a rock? Hey, that´s pretty good. What´d you wish, Mary?