Weed is all that I need
To take this pain away from me
Sometimes when I want to leave
I just float on a leaf
No sticks no seeds no debris in my breeze
Some say that I smoke too much
But I don't think I smoke enough
Chronic takes a flight
With a every puff
Excuse me while I light it up
O no sell no weed no de ya England
They mostly don’t know Brickston
Everybody know a Rasta winston
We can get to something fast in an instant
Bobby Land putting up resistance
Ya know a Rasta no response
We still a light it in the distance
Push back ya head boss like a six months yah
(Chronixx)
Get with the highest greatest than you
It's the pеrfect tree
Let it light up in my brain my brother
Strictly hеrb for me
Love my marijuana
Rasta man, it's the perfect tree
I love my marijuana
Strictly herb for me
Because, no spliff no billup
I done eye the steamers on the chillum
This will make a circle and seas in Africa sit down
Upon the cool concrete you are fillin them
Cause, as a beginner man start
Just a sip upon cough
On a green upon laugh
Steam chalice, and a joke thing, and I’m smoking
Me promoting my lungs
They free of all charges
Still we have to dig up our smokers
Same way we smokin
Ya cannabis ya smoke nah crave nay
Nah take no crack for ya brain
Crash landin, mayday, mayday
When my purple haze day
I'm a organic
Anywhere me say me farm chronic
Chronixx me name the world want chronic
Office supplies sold with plant in it, I say
High grade never hurt nobody
Let herb be free pon the earth no doubt it
Exercise your brain and work your body
Right beside the station burning Cali
Canna canna canna canna-bis
And if ya know I'm on it then you can't get none of this
One draw from me spliff have your head tap just a lift
And the chalice it I lick on it I lick on it I lick
Everyone gon get a sip on me I miss I say come quick I say come quick
Not a bob it's just a whiff, off of the sweet and sour piff
If I no turn it off or up a brave that's where we at
Blazin grades all in the sun blazin at
Maga chimaya pick up the ganja farmer plant the marijuana
Keep me nerves in calm my breeze a blow a rain on ya
Make a need that Joe make a need that dope
If he stay and relax
On a tee ta toe, on a fee fi foe, if it get me props
Man I'm on it on link up scary for us
And we ain't scared of no man or no lady cops
Roll the rhythm like a rizzler then blaze the truck
EAST!
To take this pain away from me
Sometimes when I want to leave
I just float on a leaf
No sticks no seeds no debris in my breeze
Some say that I smoke too much
But I don't think I smoke enough
Chronic takes a flight
With a every puff
Excuse me while I light it up
O no sell no weed no de ya England
They mostly don’t know Brickston
Everybody know a Rasta winston
We can get to something fast in an instant
Bobby Land putting up resistance
Ya know a Rasta no response
We still a light it in the distance
Push back ya head boss like a six months yah
(Chronixx)
Get with the highest greatest than you
It's the pеrfect tree
Let it light up in my brain my brother
Strictly hеrb for me
Love my marijuana
Rasta man, it's the perfect tree
I love my marijuana
Strictly herb for me
Because, no spliff no billup
I done eye the steamers on the chillum
This will make a circle and seas in Africa sit down
Upon the cool concrete you are fillin them
Cause, as a beginner man start
Just a sip upon cough
On a green upon laugh
Steam chalice, and a joke thing, and I’m smoking
Me promoting my lungs
They free of all charges
Still we have to dig up our smokers
Same way we smokin
Ya cannabis ya smoke nah crave nay
Nah take no crack for ya brain
Crash landin, mayday, mayday
When my purple haze day
I'm a organic
Anywhere me say me farm chronic
Chronixx me name the world want chronic
Office supplies sold with plant in it, I say
High grade never hurt nobody
Let herb be free pon the earth no doubt it
Exercise your brain and work your body
Right beside the station burning Cali
Canna canna canna canna-bis
And if ya know I'm on it then you can't get none of this
One draw from me spliff have your head tap just a lift
And the chalice it I lick on it I lick on it I lick
Everyone gon get a sip on me I miss I say come quick I say come quick
Not a bob it's just a whiff, off of the sweet and sour piff
If I no turn it off or up a brave that's where we at
Blazin grades all in the sun blazin at
Maga chimaya pick up the ganja farmer plant the marijuana
Keep me nerves in calm my breeze a blow a rain on ya
Make a need that Joe make a need that dope
If he stay and relax
On a tee ta toe, on a fee fi foe, if it get me props
Man I'm on it on link up scary for us
And we ain't scared of no man or no lady cops
Roll the rhythm like a rizzler then blaze the truck
EAST!
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