Arctic Tundra

    Em       G
Yeah, I'm on marijuana (Marijuana)
 A
  My lean plug say he'll be here in 
a second (Pull up)
Em           G
  I'm getting high, I'm feelin' 
restless (I'm sad)
A
  Feel like I'm finna die (R I P )


Em                      G
Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your 
momma (Uh-huh)
A
My VVS cold, like a arctic tundra
Em                        G
That  40 on me, woah, you don't want
 no problems
A
And you best proceed with some 
caution,
Em
yeah,
           G                   
This song for the girl with the 
        A
blonde hair


Suck me up good, give me Becky, 
like,


Em
yeah

                    G        
She ride it, like, yeah, in a 
         A
Versace chair

Her boyfriend heated like a grill, 
no hibachi,

Em
yeah
             G               A
I'm high as hell, mind everywhere

Still mind over matter

Pockets getting fatter, elevate like
 a ladder

Em                        G
 30 and that  40 make you percolate 
like a dancer
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     A
I'm colder than the North Pole, 
Blitzen and Prancer
     Em                           
She say she from the strip pole, she
G
 a dirty dancer
     A
Her ex-nigga too low, she don't got 
no standards
Em                           G
He ain't right, me? I live a better 
life
                A
Ran it up like Jerry Rice, I don't 
gotta say it twice
              Em                
This is real life, your nigga is 
 G
Fisher-Price
           A
I can read minds, you was thinkin' 
'bout how I'm that nigga, right?


Em                       G
Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your 
momma (Uh-huh)
    A
My VVS cold, like a arctic tundra
      Em                         G
That  40 on me, woah, you don't want
 no problems
     A
And you best proceed with some 
caution,
Em
yeah
           G                   
This song for the girl with the 
        A
blonde hair

Suck me up good, give me Becky, 
like,

Em
yeah

                     G       
She ride it, like, yeah, in a 
             A
Versace chair

Her boyfriend heated like a grill, 
no hibachi,

Em
yeah

                G               
Time, time will tell, I'm sad as 
  A
hell

Being broke make me sadder
                     N c
Ran all them bands up, uh, still 
frownin'

Em                     G
When my world upside down, I'm 
smilin'
A
Turn my frown upside down? I doubt 
it
Like,
Em
yeah,
G            A
these are my tears, sing away my 
fears
Em          G                Am
Buzz Lightyears away from here,ayy

Catch me somewhere fuckin' a blunt 
up and fuckin' on your momma


Em                       G
Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your 
momma (Uh-huh)
    A
My VVS cold, like a arctic tundra
      Em                         G
That  40 on me, woah, you don't want
 no problems
     A
And you best proceed with some 
caution,
Em
yeah
           G                   
This song for the girl with the 
        A
blonde hair

Suck me up good, give me Becky, 
like,

Em
yeah

                     G       
She ride it, like, yeah, in a 
             A
Versace chair

Her boyfriend heated like a grill, 
no hibachi,

Em
yeah