Chronic, but that's how it goes
Billions of people are still getting stoned
Maybe, it's not too late
To legalize strong
Good ole Mary-Jane

-Chorus-
Mental trip still gleaming
I used too much peyote
I'm breaking my parole on a chronic train
I'm breaking my parole on a chronic train

I've listened to pictures
I've seen the music
Oh holy crap
This is some strong shit
One persons permission to hit the bowl
Just after I hit, I went to the floor

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I know that I am getting really high
This shits as sticky as Elmer's, Glue

Heirs of a cold bowl, that's what we've become
I have no more stashes, I'm mentally dumb
Chronic, There is no more here
How come you got more, that just isn't fair

Mental trip not gleaming
There's not even peyote
I'm breaking my parole on a chronic train
I'm breaking my parole on a chronic train