1000 Blunts

[Estribillo]

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

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

[Primera Parte]

               Em
Yo, light that cigarette, I'm 
trippin', Ash it on my bitches
          C                     
Taking my dose, I never skip it, 
             G
Still in my hood, a pistol gripping
      Em
Still got a hundred blunts, Got that
 Bape up in my cup
            C                    
Stay with a bitch in the cut, Who 
              G
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                                  
Private jet, fuck a delay, Went to 
G
Paris and back in a day
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      Em
Okay, no, I'm never okay, Bitch, 
stop asking

C                                 
Came up, supported my family, Just
     G
 for that, they should give me a 
Grammy, uh
Em
Running and ducking the slammer, 
Thinking 'bout cocking the hammer
    C                              
The lights, the glitter, the 
  G
glamor, None of this shit even 
matters
Em
None of this shit make me happy, 
Wound up in rehab instead of a 
casket
C                                 
Locking me up and they had the 
           G
rooms padded,   Made a straight 
jacket my fashion

Em
Ruby da Motherfucker, Grim reaping, 
I'm undercover
     C                             
Soul seeking, I found another 
        G
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                             
Only weed keeps me from bugging and
      G
 from  seeking out more destruction

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

          Em
All these fuckboys wanna be me, but 
they keep it on the low
         C                   
And talk shit about me and my 
                     G
cousin, While we're thumbing through
 our dough
         Em
All this fame is such a curse, 
sometimes I wish I was a ghost
         C                         
Watch me raise the fucking dead 
               G
next time I'm on stage at a show

[Interlude]

Em                 C  G
Haunted, haunted
Em                 C  G
Haunted, haunted

[Estribillo]

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

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