Chronic Break Songtext
von Beat Assailant
Chronic Break Songtext
Get high
After the day is so long I-
Gotta shake tha stress and don′t know why
I'm so calm when I′m in a Zone
Let my lungs get blown till I'm dead and gone
Get high
So stressed for time in this here life
Sit back relax then ignite
I got a sack if you're down to roll
Twist up a spliff or pack a bowl
Get high Paycheck is comin up too short
Rent′s late plus a date at court
I got twenty if your down to burn
Still two and pass you can take your turn
Get high
Sunday the weathers great outside
Glass top is back on my ride
I got a blunt and ya know its lit
Ridin′ shotgun u can take a hit
Get high
Sail on a breeze- where I can be
Air I can breathe- there's what I need
I see u talkin′ with that blunt pass it off to tha left
If u ain't talkin bout no dollars then you wastin ya breath
Gotta speak tha money language can′t hear you I'm deaf
Tash took tha dough and split call tha cops for tha theft
Its bad karma slang trauma alcaholic rhymer
To call a nigga down you betta call my mama Tanya
I smoked out with every rapper ya know
From tha Snoop to tha Nas to tha J-R-O′s
Smoke that kill it I could leave my car
Unlocked these punks be scared to steal it
Tash is super villain and his friends is off tha hinges
Quick to turn ya glasses into contact lenses it's
Smokefest I rep that west
Don't trip B.A. you that next
Nigga to come down tha moment is cherished
I got tha L.A. weed now i need some Paris
Need some weed from Paris
Leave MC′s embarrased
You know why I get high
Somedays you hope they just don′t end
Laid back smokin with my friends
We got an O and some time to blow
Glide in tha breeze you can feel tha flow
Get high
Business it always comes first
When I'm through progressin′ with my works
I got a dime and a date to go
When we meet up she brings tha hydro
Get high
All got problems in our life
Don't judge it′s gonna be alright
This is a thing that you need to do
Get lost in tha beat just feel tha groove
Get high
Music it is the answer
For your bumps and bruise and cancers
Burn sumthin' with me if you feel tha beat
Exhale tha smoke on american streets
Get high
After the day is so long I-
Gotta shake tha stress and don′t know why
I'm so calm when I′m in a Zone
Let my lungs get blown till I'm dead and gone
Get high
So stressed for time in this here life
Sit back relax then ignite
I got a sack if you're down to roll
Twist up a spliff or pack a bowl
Get high Paycheck is comin up too short
Rent′s late plus a date at court
I got twenty if your down to burn
Still two and pass you can take your turn
Get high
Sunday the weathers great outside
Glass top is back on my ride
I got a blunt and ya know its lit
Ridin′ shotgun u can take a hit
Get high
Sail on a breeze- where I can be
Air I can breathe- there's what I need
I see u talkin′ with that blunt pass it off to tha left
If u ain't talkin bout no dollars then you wastin ya breath
Gotta speak tha money language can′t hear you I'm deaf
Tash took tha dough and split call tha cops for tha theft
Its bad karma slang trauma alcaholic rhymer
To call a nigga down you betta call my mama Tanya
I smoked out with every rapper ya know
From tha Snoop to tha Nas to tha J-R-O′s
Smoke that kill it I could leave my car
Unlocked these punks be scared to steal it
Tash is super villain and his friends is off tha hinges
Quick to turn ya glasses into contact lenses it's
Smokefest I rep that west
Don't trip B.A. you that next
Nigga to come down tha moment is cherished
I got tha L.A. weed now i need some Paris
Need some weed from Paris
Leave MC′s embarrased
You know why I get high
Somedays you hope they just don′t end
Laid back smokin with my friends
We got an O and some time to blow
Glide in tha breeze you can feel tha flow
Get high
Business it always comes first
When I'm through progressin′ with my works
I got a dime and a date to go
When we meet up she brings tha hydro
Get high
All got problems in our life
Don't judge it′s gonna be alright
This is a thing that you need to do
Get lost in tha beat just feel tha groove
Get high
Music it is the answer
For your bumps and bruise and cancers
Burn sumthin' with me if you feel tha beat
Exhale tha smoke on american streets
Get high
Writer(s): Adam Lamb Turner, Maxime Claude Lebidois Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
