Hold tight, (you did good, $lick) hold tight (it's a Smash)
I'm noticing the mine, I'm noticing the mine
Hold tight, hold tight
I'm noticing the mine, I'm noticing the mine
Hold tight, hold tight
I'm noticing the mine, I'm noticing the mine
Hold tight, hold tight
I'm noticing the mine, I'm noticing the mine
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
Wetto the King of the Grey
Self park, I don't f*ck with the valet, sheesh
Private jet, f*ck a delay
Went to Paris and back in a day
Okay, no, I'm never okay
Bitch, stop asking
Came up, supported my family
Just for that, they should give me a Grammy, uh
Running and ducking the slammer
Thinking 'bout cocking the hammer
The lights, the glitter, the glamor
None of this shit even matters
None of this shit make me happy
Wound up in rehab instead of a casket
Locking me up and they had the rooms padded
Made a straight jacket my fashion
Ruby da Motherf*cker
Grim reaping, I'm undercover
Soul seeking, I found another bitch
Who's thinking that I'm her lover, no
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 f*ckboys 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 f*cking dead next time I'm on stage at a show
Haunted, haunted, haunted, haunted
Haunted, haunted, haunted, haunted
Haunted, haunted, I can't escape my mind
It's like I'm doing time, all the time
Exhausted, lost it, just one little line
Have this talk with God all the time, yeah
Haunted, haunted, I can't escape my mind
It's like I'm doing time all the time
Exhausted, lost it, just one little line
Have this talk with God all the time, yeah
1000 Blunts Video (MV)
Performed By: $UICIDEBOY$
Language: English
Length: 2:55
Written by: Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou
$UICIDEBOY$ - 1000 Blunts Lyrics
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Hold tight, (you did good, $lick) hold tight (it's a Smash)
I'm noticing the mine, I'm noticing the mine
Hold tight, hold tight
I'm noticing the mine, I'm noticing the mine
Hold tight, hold tight
I'm noticing the mine, I'm noticing the mine
Hold tight, hold tight
I'm noticing the mine, I'm noticing the mine
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
Wetto the King of the Grey
Self park, I don't f*ck with the valet, sheesh
Private jet, f*ck a delay
Went to Paris and back in a day
Okay, no, I'm never okay
Bitch, stop asking
Came up, supported my family
Just for that, they should give me a Grammy, uh
Running and ducking the slammer
Thinking 'bout cocking the hammer
The lights, the glitter, the glamor
None of this shit even matters
None of this shit make me happy
Wound up in rehab instead of a casket
Locking me up and they had the rooms padded
Made a straight jacket my fashion
Ruby da Motherf*cker
Grim reaping, I'm undercover
Soul seeking, I found another bitch
Who's thinking that I'm her lover, no
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 f*ckboys 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 f*cking dead next time I'm on stage at a show
Haunted, haunted, haunted, haunted
Haunted, haunted, haunted, haunted
Haunted, haunted, I can't escape my mind
It's like I'm doing time, all the time
Exhausted, lost it, just one little line
Have this talk with God all the time, yeah
Haunted, haunted, I can't escape my mind
It's like I'm doing time all the time
Exhausted, lost it, just one little line
Have this talk with God all the time, yeah
I'm noticing the mine, I'm noticing the mine
Hold tight, hold tight
I'm noticing the mine, I'm noticing the mine
Hold tight, hold tight
I'm noticing the mine, I'm noticing the mine
Hold tight, hold tight
I'm noticing the mine, I'm noticing the mine
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
Wetto the King of the Grey
Self park, I don't f*ck with the valet, sheesh
Private jet, f*ck a delay
Went to Paris and back in a day
Okay, no, I'm never okay
Bitch, stop asking
Came up, supported my family
Just for that, they should give me a Grammy, uh
Running and ducking the slammer
Thinking 'bout cocking the hammer
The lights, the glitter, the glamor
None of this shit even matters
None of this shit make me happy
Wound up in rehab instead of a casket
Locking me up and they had the rooms padded
Made a straight jacket my fashion
Ruby da Motherf*cker
Grim reaping, I'm undercover
Soul seeking, I found another bitch
Who's thinking that I'm her lover, no
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 f*ckboys 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 f*cking dead next time I'm on stage at a show
Haunted, haunted, haunted, haunted
Haunted, haunted, haunted, haunted
Haunted, haunted, I can't escape my mind
It's like I'm doing time, all the time
Exhausted, lost it, just one little line
Have this talk with God all the time, yeah
Haunted, haunted, I can't escape my mind
It's like I'm doing time all the time
Exhausted, lost it, just one little line
Have this talk with God all the time, yeah
Writer: Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.