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got you perplexed

I swear while I say my prayers
Adonis hypochondriac your chronic wack
Accept the two options life will give you a third
That's real

miss me
You act like things will change
The only things that chang are my decisions
I probably drown by now if i tried to hold up these emotions
It

with the sonic speed
So welcome to the Sonic Leagues
Who's on it please?
Shoulda seen this coming in the prophecies
Artists talking qualities of chronic

this shit is all me

I never prayed to god I prayed to Kanye
Chronic chronic smoker word to Andre
Shawty look like Sade
Niggas beat the pavement when

Yeah
Mhmm
Sunshine
Where's, where's my bass?
She's like
So demonic
Vodka tonic
Pour a little chronic syrup on these pancakes
In my mouth I've got

like they're audio whores
Hit em with a sine bass that they think are 808s, but it's homemade
Cooler than kool aid
No diabetes, live by these beats
65.5

buffet 
No matter the moon phase
Ima do what I do great
Ima pain to those who hate
Im worse than chronic back pain
Cause I keep getting better
Even when

Yeah, I'm LIT just like a pumpkin
Everybody know it's something
You won't catch me on my bluffing
Cause I'm puffing, chronic's lit
Clouds are pouring

fight
Back hurt sleeping on my side
By the time we collide I'm already inside
And im back down town
With all the ghetto kids and the clowns
Smoke away

Trigga Happy

Spice 1

Untold Saga... Soundtrack

2002

pimp Mr. Glock
Now glock had many bitches, he sold pussy by the pound 
And bitches jocked his trigga every time he came around
Big baller, big game

Failed at guitar
Failed as a star
Failed at the bar
Failed with the car
Failed with denial
Failed by a mile
Failed with a smile
cause he failed

challenging we are so lost,

Thats why I’m locked in the booth with some chronic,
Spittin my phonics at a pace that super sonic,
With the blade of a katana,

& I'll come slide
I don't wanna waste no time
When I'm with you it just goes by
Tech in my system
Mix it with the wok too
Chronic in my heart
Where the L?

The way he's dropping bombs
Every single time I spit
The lines are tripped
And cops are called
Atomic how it's popping off
The chronic gives me chronic

of green
I got pounds of green
I got pounds of green
I got pounds of green

Bitch I smoke loud
Bitch I toke up on the gas
Bitch I got chronic
In the spliff

that really caught my eye
We went to a music camp in Sweden, Maine
He had chronic back problems and always complained
I don't know what instrument he

got me Oh shit my niggas be smoking exotics
That chronic that chronic

My flow so atomic can't nobody stop it
I cut off my ex
Because that bitch was

to hold back the chosen
It was strictly biz to mark the wax then goin off on it
By all means necessary they would boogie down bronx it
the main ingredient

my illness was fake, a shallow Show
Autistic, honest by design, something you didn't know
ASD, a high Tolerance for Pain, sets your Lies aglow
Every

Killawatt Candy
Written by: Tim Lynch


Candy
Would you be mine
Candy
I gotta find some  (Chorus)
Candy
Would you be mine
Candy
Why can't I find no

History has kept me stressed
My life is so Kafkaesque
I don't like how you express
Is this all I have to give
Room it smell like chronic shit
Fighting love

You tasted this magic and fumbled the bag
I be missing you though
I want more than our past
Unsure where you stand
I wanna stand by you
You're

Light the chronic
I'm tryna write the Chronic
The point of no return
I'm goin right beyond it
Hyperbolic
Over the top shit
These ain't them

brain I think it is starting to show
Now the past is just a stain In a world ready to glow

Smoking on the chronic
But I'm watching my faith grow
Bowl