1000 Blunts

Hold tight, (you did good, $lick) hold tight (it's a Smash) I know this in my mind, I know this in my mind Hold tight, hold tight I know this in my mind, I know this in my mind Hold tight, hold tight I know this in my mind, I know this in my mind Hold tight, hold tight I know this in my mind, I know this in my mind 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 fuck with the 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 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 Motherfucker 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 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 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 - $uicideBoy$