I do it when one of my homies die, I forget about all my problems. I'm a chronic smokin nigga!! It's in my veins, I'm rollin down the street in my car, Tokin up a fatty!! I sell my shit 2 my closest niggaz, I know they won't fuck me over! So smoke dat weed up, Toke it up when a homie dies, Toke it up when u feel like fuckin, Toke it up when u rollin, Toke it up when u feel like gettin high!! Come on ova everybody, lets set this blunt off negro! Chronic is the shit!Birth sign: Aquarius
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