1000 Blunts
$uicideBoy$
Ab
Refrão
Em Hold tight, hold tight C G I know this in my mind, I know this in my mind, hey Em Hold tight, hold tight C G I know this in my mind, I know this in my mind, oh hey Em Hold tight, hold tight C G I know this in my mind, I know this in my mind, hey Em Hold tight, hold tight C G I know this in my mind, I know this in my mind, oh hey
Primeira Parte
Em Yo, light that cigarette, I'm trippin', Ash it on my bitches C G Taking my dose, I never skip it, Still in my hood, a pistol gripping Em Still got a hundred blunts, Got that Bape up in my cup C G Stay with a bitch in the cut, Who stay with my dick in her guts Em Wetto the King of the Grey, Self park, I don't fuck with the valet, sheesh C G Private jet, fuck a delay, Went to Paris and back in a day Em Okay, no, I'm never okay, Bitch, stop asking C G Came up, supported my family, Just for that, they should give me a Grammy, uh Em Running and ducking the slammer, Thinking 'bout cocking the hammer C G The lights, the glitter, the glamor, None of this shit even matters Em None of this shit make me happy, Wound up in rehab instead of a casket C G Locking me up and they had the rooms padded, Made a straight jacket my fashion Em Ruby da Motherfucker, Grim reaping, I'm undercover C G Soul seeking, I found another bitch, Who's thinking that I'm her lover, no Em Reason I keep on shrugging, Blunt is cashed, let's keep 'em coming C G Only weed keeps me from bugging and from seeking out more destruction Em C G I'm a pro at self-doubt, but I doubt I'll ever know Em C That these bitches want me to fly 'em out, Just because I upped G The glow Em All these fuckboys wanna be me, but they keep it on the low C G And talk shit about me and my cousin, While we're thumbing through our dough Em All this fame is such a curse, sometimes I wish I was a ghost C G Watch me raise the fucking dead next time I'm on stage at a show
Interlude
Em C G Haunted, haunted Em C G Haunted, haunted
Refrão
Em C Haunted, haunted, I can't escape my mind G It's like I'm doing time, all the time Em C Exhausted, lost it, just one little line G Have this talk with God all the time, yeah Em C Haunted, haunted, I can't escape my mind G It's like I'm doing time, all the time Em C Exhausted, lost it, just one little line G Have this talk with God all the time, yeah
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