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letra de 1000 blunts - $uicideboy$

[intro]
hold tight, (you did good, $l!ck) 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
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 b-tches
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 b-tch in a club
still with my d-ck in her guts
wetto the king of the grey
still park, i don’t f-ck with valet, sheesh
private jet, f-ck a delay
went to paris and back in a day
okay, no, i’m never ok, b-tch, stop asking
came up supported my family
just for that they should give me a grammy, uh
running and duckin’ the slammеr
thinking ’bout c-ckin’ the hammer
the lights thе glitter the glamour
none of this sh-t even matter
none of this sh-t 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 motherf-cking grim-reaper up under a comma soul
seekin’ up out another b-tch, 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 f-ckin’ if i’m seeking out more destruction
i’m a product of doubt, but i doubt i’ll ever know
that these b-tches want me to fly ’em out
just because i love the glow
all these fanboys wanna be me, but they keep it on the low
and talk sh-t 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 f-cking dead next time i’m on stage at a show

[outro: $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

- uicideboy

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