Eligh lyrics

Eligh lyrics

"Chronic lyrics"

The Nightingale lyrics
(feat. Twista) [Chorus - Twista] better watch yo back there boy get on yo square or my gun'll beat your chain got the nigga figured out showin you off tellin shit aint the same go ahead and kick him out cut him up catch him sleepin fuck him up only he must not know your name pimpin is a deadly game
* 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 
Amber Shrine lyrics
A gut pull drag on me,from a smile left on the sidelinesmirrors multy reflecting thisand slice off those white cheeks,..into an armour of broken wingswith tons of plume like dead skin..colors arranged carefullyto paint my heartthe way it shoul be,and dissolve it in numb water,shadow it with rust and feed with scarsbathered in ashes and
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-?-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 askin
It's Yours lyrics
And it's yoursCommentatin', you illustratin,All the beautiful things that a baller can go forBut i'm not that, I don't like to flossIf you need me in your universe, listen it's yoursUhuh uh uh...And it's yours[Chorus]Do you like this? YeaDo you want this? YeaWell if you had it would you flaunt this? Hell yeaWell it's yoursTalkin to
"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 t
Born To Darkness lyrics
Sufficed with demons forceA love denied forever forThe priestess who knows no warmth'Til choking face turns blueWhat you got to sayFor his love deniedSave your lies for me, hypocrisyMy soul's goneHearts ablaze, fall to piecesForce to bleed then ask me whyNow your life is undoneFor my pain is engravedTrue delights to beat as one<
em 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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