1000 Blunts Lyrics by $uicideboy$ is latest English song with music also given by Budd Dwyer. 1000 Blunts song lyrics are written by Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux Jr.
1000 Blunts Song Detail
| Song Name: | 1000 Blunts |
| Singer: | $uicideboy$ |
| Composer: | Budd Dwyer |
| Lyrics by: | Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux Jr. |
| Music Label: | G59 Records |
1000 Blunts Lyrics
Hold tight, (you did good, $lick) hold tight
It’s a splash!
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
Yo, light that cigarette, I’m tripping
Ash it on my b!Tches
Taking my dose, I’ll never skip it
Still in my hood and pistol gripping
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 fu*k with valet, sheesh
Private jet, fu*k 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, uhh!
Running and ducking the slammеr
Thinking about c0cking 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
Ruby da mother-fu*king grim-reaper ripping soul
Seeking up out another b!Tch
You thinking that I’m a lover, no
Reason I keep on shrugging from this cash
Let’s keep on coming lonely
Wicked thing from fu*king
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 them out
Just because I love the glow
All these fu*kboys wanna be me
But they keep it on the low
And talk sh!T about me
And my cousin while we thumbing through our dough
All this fame is such a curse
Sometimes I wish I was a ghost
Watch me raise the fu*king dead next time
I’m on stage at a show
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!