1000 Blunts Songtext
von $uicideboy$

(Hold tight, hold tight) (you did good, $lick)
(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 up pistol gripping
Still got a hundred blunts
Got that Bape up in my cup
Still with a bitch in the cut
Who stay with my dick in her guts, yeah


Wetto the king of the Grey
Self-park, I don't fuck with valet, sheesh
Private jet, fuck 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, uh
Thinking 'bout cocking the hammer
The lights, the glitter, the glamour, uh
None of this shit even matters
None of this shit made 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 motherfucker Grim Reapin', I′m undercover
Soul seeking, I found another bitch who′s thinkin' that I′m her lover, no
Reason I keep on shruggin'
Blunt is cashed, let′s keep 'em comin′
Only weed keeps me from buggin' and from seekin' 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 thumbin' 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

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

(All the time, yeah- time, yeah- time, yeah- time, yeah- time, yeah)

(All- All the time, yeah- time, yeah- time, yeah- time, yeah- time, yeah)