Cifra de 1000 Blunts - SuicideBoys
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[Refrão]
Em
Hold tight, hold tight
I know this in my mind, I know this in my mind, hey
Em
Hold tight, hold tight
I know this in my mind, I know this in my mind, oh hey
Em
Hold tight, hold tight
I know this in my mind, I know this in my mind, hey
Em
Hold tight, hold tight
I know this in my mind, I know this in my mind, oh hey
[Verso 1]
Yo, light that cigarette, I'm trippin', Ash it on my bitches
Taking my dose, I never skip it, Still in my hood, a pistol gripping
Still got a hundred blunts, Got that Bape up in my cup
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
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
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
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
Only weed keeps me from bugging and from seeking out more destruction
I'm a pro at self-doubt, but I doubt I'll ever know
That these bitches want me to fly 'em out, Just because I upped
The glow
All these fuckboys wanna be me, but they keep it on the low
And talk shit about me and my cousin, While we're thumbing through our dough
All this fame is such a curse, sometimes I wish I was a ghost
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
It's like I'm doing time, all the time
Em C
Exhausted, lost it, just one little line
Have this talk with God all the time, yeah
Em C
Haunted, haunted, I can't escape my mind
It's like I'm doing time, all the time
Em C
Exhausted, lost it, just one little line
Have this talk with God all the time, yeah