Eligh - Chronic lyrics

INTRO (Laughing) (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 ??????) CHORUS X 2 (Eligh) It's the chronic Marijuana I think I want a hit Take a trip, a sip of bomb Come along It's just an herb Mind's eye opened wide Come inside No need to hide (Eligh) It's just the chronic Chronic moment It's like the omen Givin' birth inside your chest Invest some time in knowing what the herb can do to a man's soul When inhaled it takes the rest, he's impaled It'll 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-à-vis via satellite, ear to ear from here to there They feel the beat He, he Don't be shy I'm 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 won't complain Marijuana I think I need a hit I take a trip, a sip of bomb Come along It's just an herb Mind's eye opened wide Come inside No need to hide (CHORUS) It's just a Crowded room full of people having tripped out conversations No one's up to getting over the edge That last hit dropped the eggs from my basket Now I'm asking "Dude, let's let's go outside real quick" "Man, what's wrong with you, man?" "Man let's just go outside real quick. f** it. I'm f**ed up, dude." "Aight. Aight" (Paranoid. Paranoid) (Go outside real quick. Go Outside real quick.) "Let's 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 doesn't give a f** Swing low, I crouch down below Should have left the last hit to the homie with the tolerance Mary Jane's the b**h they pitch when slangin' bags for back support Barely sane I hand them twenty, that'll be plenty Relax and sport that sack in the back When the show's in progress my heart's pressed against my chest And the mic's in hand I bite my bottom lip and watch them trip I'm ripped! (What're they sayin'?) (Pa** the blunt to the left-hand side. Pa** the blunt to the Left-hand side. Pa** the blunt to the left-hand side.) (Roll it in the ??? Roll it in the ??? Roll it in the ??? Blow it out The ???) X 2 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 won't have nowhere to sleep There's something about Mary I can't 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 gra** so I fiend for green Call me a fan with a hand on the pipe Who like the smell, what the hell Like's the felling, what you dealin'? (Marijuana) (CHORUS) X 2 It's just the chronic (Marijuana) (Smoke some green)