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Eligh - "Chronic"
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Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
Roll it up, roll it up, roll it up, roll it up, roll it up
Herb
Take a hit
California marijuana
Smoke a lot ??????
some call it marijuana
some of dem call it ganjah
*Chorus*
Its the chronic
Marijuana
I think I want a hit
Take a trip, a sip of bomb
Come along
Its just an herb
Minds eye opened wide
Come inside
No need to hide
Its just the chronic
Chronic moment
Its like the omen
Givin birth inside your chest
Invest some time in knowing what the herb can do to a mans soul
When inhaled it takes the rest, hes impaled
Itll leave a person on top of a telephone pole with Hekyll and Jekyll
I know many men who have sold the secret medium my way
I light that bowl and lose control of tracks constructed by the conductor
Never stuck in a permanent high I float around my way
Wings and things help me to the next plateau I go
Way too intense with dense ideas I never change
I flow rivers of ancient, teleportations sent to the nation
Vis-а-vis via satellite, ear to ear from here to there
They feel the beat
Dont be shy
Im really a quiet guy
Just try!
Look what it does for an introvert
I flirt with Mary Jane and burn her body for the feeling in a pipe
I wont complain
*Chorus*
Marijuana
I think I need a hit
I take a trip, a sip of bomb
Come along
Its just an herb
Minds eye opened wide
Come inside
No need to hide
Its just a
Crowded room full of people having tripped out conversations
No ones up to getting over the edge
That last hit dropped the eggs from my basket
Now Im asking
"Dude, lets lets go outside real quick"
"Man, whats wrong with you, man?"
"Man lets just go outside real quick. Fuck it. Im fucked up, dude."
"Aight. Aight" [Paranoid. Paranoid] [Go outside real quick. Go
outside real quick.]
"Lets go smoke."
Paranoid, pacing outside, waiting for a cigarette to bring down my high
Beware, boy, the one drunk punk
Hey I can ??? with endurance, when he talks he doesnt give a fuck
Swing low, I crouch down below
Should have left the last hit to the homie with the tolerance
Mary Janes the bitch they pitch when slangin bags for back support
Barely sane I hand them twenty, thatll be plenty
Relax and sport that sack in the back
When the shows in progress my hearts pressed against my chest
And the mics in hand I bite my bottom lip and watch them trip
Im ripped!
Whatre they sayin?
Pass the blunt to the left-hand side. Pass the blunt to the
left-hand side. Pass the blunt to the left-hand side.
Roll it in the ??? Roll it in the ??? Roll it in the ??? Blow it out
the ???
Open mind, open lungs, open eyes, open hands
To hold the bowl, hold for the urn
Turn to ashes and urn
Earn your keep, or Mary wont have nowhere to sleep
Theres something about Mary I cant seem to keep
Stick to the beats of the midnight hours
Smokin a bowl before I go
In slo-mo creepin around the bend
Not a snake in the grass so I fiend for green
Call me a fan with a hand on the pipe
Who like the smell, what the hell
Likes the felling, what you dealin?
Marijuana
*Chorus*
Its just the chronic
Marijuana
Smoke some green
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