Send* corrections to the typist 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-а-vis

via satellite ear, to ear from here to there They

feel the beat &lt

He; he&gt, 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 &quot

Dude; let'slet's, go outside real quick&quot "

Man; what's, wrong with you man, &quot?"

Man; let's just go outside real quick F. k**it I'm. f d****up dude, &quot."

Aight; Aight&quot. [Paranoid; Paranoid]. [Go outside real quick Go. Outside

real quick ].&quot

Let's; go smoke &quot.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 k**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' ]?[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

]???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 grass 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]
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Chronic Lyrics

Eligh – Chronic Lyrics

Send* corrections to the typist 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-а-vis

via satellite ear, to ear from here to there They

feel the beat &lt

He; he&gt, 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 &quot

Dude; let'slet's, go outside real quick&quot "

Man; what's, wrong with you man, &quot?"

Man; let's just go outside real quick F. k**it I'm. f d****up dude, &quot."

Aight; Aight&quot. [Paranoid; Paranoid]. [Go outside real quick Go. Outside

real quick ].&quot

Let's; go smoke &quot.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 k**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' ]?[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

]???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 grass 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]
Songwriters: CALVIN CORDAZOR BROADUS, CHAD HUGO
Chronic lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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