1000 Blunts

[Refrão]

Em
Hold tight, hold tight
                  C                       G
I know this in my mind, I know this in my mind, hey
Em
Hold tight, hold tight
                  C                       G
I know this in my mind, I know this in my mind, oh hey

Em
Hold tight, hold tight
                  C                       G
I know this in my mind, I know this in my mind, hey
Em
Hold tight, hold tight
                  C                       G
I know this in my mind, I know this in my mind, oh hey

[Primeira Parte]

               Em
Yo, light that cigarette, I'm trippin', Ash it on my bitches
          C                                  G
Taking my dose, I never skip it, Still in my hood, a pistol gripping
      Em
Still got a hundred blunts, Got that Bape up in my cup
            C                                  G
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
      Em
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
    C                                G
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
     C                                     G
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
     C                                   G
Only weed keeps me from bugging and from  seeking out more destruction

      Em                                  C      G
I'm a pro at self-doubt, but I doubt I'll ever know
      Em                                                   C
That these bitches want me to fly 'em out, Just because I upped
      G
The glow

          Em
All these fuckboys wanna be me, but they keep it on the low
         C                                        G
And talk shit about me and my cousin, While we're thumbing through our dough
         Em
All this fame is such a curse, sometimes I wish I was a ghost
         C                                        G
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
                    G
It's like I'm doing time, all the time
Em                                  C
Exhausted, lost it, just one little line
                    G
Have this talk with God all the time, yeah

Em                                  C
Haunted, haunted, I can't escape my mind
                    G
It's like I'm doing time, all the time
Em                                  C
Exhausted, lost it, just one little line
                    G
Have this talk with God all the time, yeah