$UICIDEBOY$ — 1000 Blunts

Artist: → $uicideboy$

$UICIDEBOY$ — 1000 Blunts — lyrics

[Intro: Kllo]
Hold tight, (You did good, $lick) hold tight
It’s a Splash!
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

[Verse 1: $crim]
Yo, light that cigarette, I’m trippin’
Ash it on my bitches
Taking my dose, I’ll never skip it
Still in my hood and pistol grippin’
Still got a hundred blunts
Got that paper in my cup
Still with a bitch in a club
Still with my dick in her guts
Wetto the King of the Grey
Still 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 ok, bitch, stop asking
Came up, supported my family
Just for that they should give me a Grammy, uh
Running and duckin’ the slammеr
Thinking ’bout cockin’ the hammer
The lights, thе glitter, the glamour
None of this shit even matter
None of this shit make me happy
Running for rehab but stood in my casket
Locking me up and they had the rooms padded
Metal Straight Jacket my fashion

[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]
Ruby da motherfucking Grim-Reaper ripping [?] soul
Seekin’ up out another bitch, you thinkin’ that I’m a lover, no
Reason I keep on shruggin’ from this cash
Let’s keep on comin’ lonely
Wicked thing from fuckin’ if I’m seeking out more destruction
I’m a product of doubt, but I doubt I’ll ever know
That these bitches want me to fly ’em out
Just because I love 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 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

[Chorus: $crim & Ruby da Cherry]
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

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