Eligh lyrics
Eligh lyrics
"Chronic lyrics"
Crash And Burn lyrics
Crash And Burn One more thing before you go We?ll stay up late for one more show Grab the keys we?re going out We?re leaving home and we won?t come back again We?re friends till the end We?ll take on the world We just don?t care at all I never wanted to believe that you could lie That friends deceive And here I stand I?m still the same I watched
Crash And Burn One more thing before you go We?ll stay up late for one more show Grab the keys we?re going out We?re leaving home and we won?t come back again We?re friends till the end We?ll take on the world We just don?t care at all I never wanted to believe that you could lie That friends deceive And here I stand I?m still the same I watched
* 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 theMuddy Knees lyricsconductor 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
Muddy knees have got me all a-quiver, Muddy knees have got me all aglow, Muddy knees have sent me for a paper, To a newstand near I knowDon'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 Sweet Sister Mercy lyrics"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
Music: LynchLyrics: LoganWell my sweet sister mercyWhat have you done?You made a mess of meAnd now I'm so undoneDon't you like, don't you careDon't you leave me in deep despairOh, it feels like I'm driftin'...Just a fool in the pourin' rainLocked out behind closed doorsWill you be waiting to catch my fall?You know I'll search for aSweet Virginia lyricsem 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]
Wadin' through the waste stormy winter, And there's not a friend to help you through. Tryin' to stop the waves behind your eyeballs, Drop your reds, drop your greens and blues. Thank you for your wine, California, Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits. Yes I got the desert in my toenail And I hid the speed inside my shoe. I want you to come on, come on dow