Back to Reality

[Verse] Well, Chronic used to be a wreckin' ball, Takin' names and raisin' hell. But somewhere along the way, he took a fall, A tumble down a darkened well. [Verse 2] He traded his horse for a barstool seat, Neon lights and a whiskey glass. Lost his way in the city's maze of streets, Forgettin' how to chase the past. [Chorus] Come back to reality, Chronic, hear my plea, Can't you see the road you're on leads to a dead end, can't be free? Oh, come back to reality, you know it's where you should be, The open plains are callin', come back to the real you, and be free. [Verse 3] His hands once tough as rawhide rope, Now tremble with a gambler's fate. In a smokey room with faded hope, He plays cards with the Devil's bait. [Verse 4] He used to rope and ride, a rodeo star, But now his life's a lost parade. Behind those eyes, a falling star, Drowning in the choices made. [Chorus] Come back to reality, Chronic, hear my plea, Can't you see the road you're on leads to a dead end, can't be free? Oh, come back to reality, you know it's where you should be, The open plains are callin', come back to the real you, and be free.