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Chronic rolling I've been stoned all day
 No roaches in the crib only ashes in the tray
The way she twerk my eye get stuck 
A girl that bitch you

I need another gram ho
Mixed it up with psilocybin
Odyssey how I be gliding
On this hazy spaceship fueled by some chronic

Fuck what they saying
I'd

So I leave

How ironic
Times like this
Can be so demonic
Now I'm back
On my gin and tonic
Back to back
I be puffin' chronic
Vino Vino finna be iconic

Or anxiety cripples and withdrawal symptoms telling me
When you leave, that I can run but I cannot hide
Baby peach, ignite the light
The fire burning bright

when i last prayed at the shrine 
Told me i would die by the knife or the nine
Pussy so wet shit make me seasick
Im stressed out i need the chronic
Under

leave my shit all on the street 

Now I don't know a lot, just to get by 
Know enough, to just surprise 
Know enough, when the time is rough 
To make

Baby you so flawless
The way your vibe completes with mine is chronic
I don't ever want to leave your side that's honest
Keep you by my heart i'll

of the crack-dealer
When I see wacks, I attack, leave em smashed, squaling
Like a duck, give no fucks, uppercut, they need fast healing
I don't mean to offend
But

Attracted to the limelight, and climb heights
Impacted by the hindsight, in fact it hit my blindside
A few dollars short of honest in my wallet
So its a fine

hypocrisies
Torchin chronic leaves
Streets snatch bodies G
No picks in that lottery
Do what I gotta do
Be where I gotta be
Ohhhhhh!
The Streets is HIDEOUS

the only way was hugging the block
Why it feel like the only way was drug in the sock
Why it feel like anything get you cuffed by the cops
Who would've thunk

than when Jay got the Dr. Dre call
For the chronic I'm a comet, you a comet from a troll
Every scroll is atomic, made to vomit on your soul
That's

Pinch that harmonic like a fat ass
Smoking chronic like I run on gas
Not satanic, but my show is looking like a black mass
You're moronic
I'm tectonic

we never solve this[01:04.57]This is life, what lies beyond it?[01:07.12]Mixing drink with something chronic[01:09.13]In Colorado where the trees be

Leave those bitches behind, I got my wheels shine
Chronic sack and my nine, and we're rolling on that grind tonight
When you got it, you got it
When

me on they screen
See me on they TV
She left you for me and she tellin' me she need me
Yeah, oh yeah, huh
Yeah that girl is needy
Leave her by herself

got a dub
Bitch I move by the moon
Smoke like the sun
I know that I don't need a tomb
I don't need a gun
Because this world is hell already but we do

the addy, cuz i am a chronic sipper
Ion even want nothing else in my system, not even that liquor
I just might fuck with this shawty she look like a model,

to run up them numbers like Roddy Ricch
And yeah, I know I'm high on this chronic, it got me lit
But I won't slow shit down and by now that's obvious
Ay,

thing is I'm full of myself
I'm treating myself like I'm Top Shelf
I can't smoke boof
I can't smoke kelp
I'm smoking that fire
You can tell by the smell

leave the hood I ain't gon miss this shit
Mom was working three jobs just to feed the kids
Pops wasn't around I guess ut the blame on my momma
Did her

or anyone suspicious out by that tree line recently
No, I don't think so
You know, I've never even thought to look in that direction
Do either of you smoke

I be getting them symbols i guess I'm iconic
We really be smokin the best of the chronic
And sipping on vok i mix that with some tonic
I'm not what

hear dem ya be influence by trees,
Mi wake an bake but a neva nothing like yeast,
Me and marijuana something like a Siamese,
Deya wid mi always an she