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
Ill take it
Baby, I could give you the Moon
You know he cant do what I do, yeah, Its true
Girl, I think Im dyin real soon
We could die in my room, me and you
Baby, I could give you the Moon
You know he cant do what I do, yeah, Its true
Girl, I think Im dyin real soon
We could die in my room, me and you
Ima keep you in mind
While I drive right by
Say goodbye to the nice guy
Im wastin my time
Givin you rhymes
You gotta give me a dime
Before I do that again
And I aint trippin, Im high
In the trunk of the Benz
Is where my women reside
Where my women will die
I aint got no friends
And I dont listen to yall
Im equipped for the fall
And the winter and all
When the summer come
Ima have enough to get the fuck out
I could buy a truck and
Drive that motherfuckin truck out 
Tryna buy luck
If you dont die that means you lucked out
I aint 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?