My baby�s a chronic,
So she needs 30 days.
It takes a month worth of time,
To piss that bad shit away.
My baby�s a chronic,
She loves tokin� weed,
She�ll eye your BBQ chips,
with an insatiable need.
My baby�s a chronic.
She loves getting high.
When it�s time for testing,
My baby, she�s sly.
She flushes her kidneys,
With quarts of cranberry juice,
If by chance she is busted,
She�ll have an excuse.
Poppy seeds I was eating,
All my friends they be tokin�
But no Mr. Boss man,
Wasn�t me that was smokin�.
My samples corrupted,
Those results they ain�t right.
haven�t smoked no weed,
for thirty-one nights
My baby�s a chronic,
So she needs 30 days.
It takes a month worth of time,
To piss that bad shit away.
My baby�s a chronic.
She loves getting high.
When it�s time for testing,
My baby, she�s sly.
My baby�s a chronic,
She loves tokin� weed,
But if that�s all she�s doing wrong,
Then it�s all right with me.
Yeah my baby�s a chronic,
And if takes thirty days.
Her residuals of THC,
Are never gonna fade.
My baby�s a chronic,
She loves getting high.
She�s a doper for life,
Sell toke till the day she dies.
Brian Bressler � 2003