Текст (слова) песни: Eligh - Chronic

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
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. Fuck it. I`m fucked 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 fuck
Swing low, I crouch down below
Should have left the last hit to the homie with the tolerance
Mary Jane`s the bitch 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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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Eligh - Chronic 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 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. Fuck it. I`m fucked 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 fuck Swing low, I crouch down below Should have left the last hit to the homie with the tolerance Mary Jane`s the bitch 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] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Chronic: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/104/1/13287.html Все тексты песен: Eligh » Eligh - Poltergeist » Eligh - A Poet Sits » Eligh - Chronic » Eligh - Second Chances » Eligh - The Mountain » Eligh - Makeshift Message » Eligh - Chronic » Eligh - Positive Dreams » Eligh - Intrusive Lady Рекомендуем скачать: » Михаил Кайгородцев - Лагохилусы или размышления автора в аптеке, навеянные отказом в продаже настойки со столь экзотическ » Михаил Щербаков - Опомнись, вития. Прерви свой возвышенный труд... » Машина Времени - Музыка под снегом » Михаил Анчаров - Баллада об относительности возраста » Мельница - Ночная кобыла » Михаил Сипер - На песке пишу имена... » Мария Гескина - Песенка о 4 рублях » Михаил Кайгородцев, Виктор Крячко - Песенка короля (Песня для спектакля Кот в сапогах) » Маша Распутина - Роза чайная (Ф. Киркоров + М. Распутина) » Михаил Сипер - Мне сон был: кровь, и вязкий скрежет траков... » Михаил Щербаков - Известно стало, что вблизи от города » Михаил Басаев - Снегурочка » Михаил Басаев - Загляни в глаза мечте, улыбнись своей печали... » М.Шуфутинский - Чёрный пистолет » Михаил Володин - Какая нынче благодать » Михаил Каплунов - Вечный огонь » Михаил Круг - Кольщик » Марина Бабич - Туристская » Маркова Наталья, Двуречье - Стожень » Михаил Муратов - А он все мучил скрипку...
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