1000 BluntsCifra

 
 

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
 

Verso 1:

               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 



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