[Hook]
Maggie May, Maggie May
I thought about you on Saturday
Had more life to live but you passed way
She was beautiful but she lost her way
Maggie May, Maggie May
I thought about you on Saturday
Once was alive but she passed away
She was beautiful but she lost her way
[Verse 1: Phesto]
One too many hard disks in the zip drive
Was the world just one rumor surrounding her
I heard she had a nervous breakdown and almost put eight rounds in her wig
I couldn't gauge her major malfunction
The world was her stage, at the age of 21, and it took a toll
Took a stroll down memory lane, she was looking old and her breath stunk
I couldn't hold a convo it was fresh funk
It dawned on me she was swept up in the element
I said I'd catch up, but I thought it'd be a bit of a stretch
She'd end up sketched up on the cement
[Verse 2: Opio]
Her real name was Margaret, a teenage starlet
When she graduated high school, we shared an apartment
Don't try to start shit, cause that was my homegirl
Nigga was a starving artist, she paid the phone bill
Plus half the rent and never asked for shit
A real sharp cookie about life she was passionate
Niggas used to be like "I know you had to hit that"
Real talk she was my roommate and that was it
Maggie May, Maggie May
I thought about you on Saturday
Had more life to live but you passed way
She was beautiful but she lost her way
Maggie May, Maggie May
I thought about you on Saturday
Once was alive but she passed away
She was beautiful but she lost her way
[Verse 1: Phesto]
One too many hard disks in the zip drive
Was the world just one rumor surrounding her
I heard she had a nervous breakdown and almost put eight rounds in her wig
I couldn't gauge her major malfunction
The world was her stage, at the age of 21, and it took a toll
Took a stroll down memory lane, she was looking old and her breath stunk
I couldn't hold a convo it was fresh funk
It dawned on me she was swept up in the element
I said I'd catch up, but I thought it'd be a bit of a stretch
She'd end up sketched up on the cement
[Verse 2: Opio]
Her real name was Margaret, a teenage starlet
When she graduated high school, we shared an apartment
Don't try to start shit, cause that was my homegirl
Nigga was a starving artist, she paid the phone bill
Plus half the rent and never asked for shit
A real sharp cookie about life she was passionate
Niggas used to be like "I know you had to hit that"
Real talk she was my roommate and that was it
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