$UICIDEBOY$ – 1000 BLUNTS (Lyric Video)

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Official Lyric Video for “1000 BLUNTS” by $uicideboy$

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[VERSE I: Anthony Mars]
yo light that cigarette
i’m tripping
ash it on my bitches
taking my dose
i never skip it
still in my hood up pistol gripping
still got 100 blunts
got that bape up in my cup
stay with a bitch in the cut who stay with my dick in her guts
wetto the king of the GREY
self park i don’t fuck with valet
sheesh
private jet fuck a delay
went to paris and back in a day
okay
no i’m never okay
bitch stop asking
came up and supported my family
just for that they should give me a grammy
running and ducking the slammer
thinking bot cocking the hammer
the lights the glitter the glamour
none of this shit even matters
none of this shit made me happy
wound up in rehab instead of a casket
locking me up and they had the rooms padded
made a straight jacket my fashion

[VERSE II: Norman Atomic]
ruby that motherfucker
grim reaping
i’m undercover
soul seeking
i found another bitch who’s thinking that i’m her lover
no
reason i keep on shrugging
blunt is cashed let’s keep ’em coming
only weed keeps me from bugging and from seeking out more destruction
i’m a pro at self doubt but i doubt i’ll ever know
that these bitches want me to fly ’em out all because i upped the glow
all these fuckbois wanna be me but they keep it on the low
and talk shit about me and my cousin while we’re thumbing through our dough
all this fame is such a curse sometimes i wish i was a ghost
watch me raise the fucking dead next time i’m on stage at a show

[OUTRO: Anthony Mars & Norman Atomic]
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

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38 thoughts on “$UICIDEBOY$ – 1000 BLUNTS (Lyric Video)”

  32. Hold tight, (you did good, $lick) hold tight (it's a Smash)
    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 trippin'
    Ash it on my bitches
    Taking my dose, I never skip it
    Still in my hood, a pistol gripping
    Still got a hundred blunts
    Got that Bape up in my cup
    Stay with a bitch in the cut
    Who stay with my dick in her guts
    Wetto the King of the Grey
    Self park, I don't fuck with the valet, sheesh
    Private jet, fuck a delay
    Went to Paris and back in a day
    Okay, no, I'm never okay
    Bitch, stop asking
    Came up, supported my family
    Just for that, they should give me a Grammy, uh
    Running and ducking the slammer
    Thinking 'bout cocking the hammer
    The lights, the glitter, the glamor
    None of this shit even matters
    None of this shit make me happy
    Wound up in rehab instead of a casket
    Locking me up and they had the rooms padded
    Made a straight jacket my fashion

    Ruby da Motherfucker
    Grim reaping, I'm undercover
    Soul seeking, I found another bitch
    Who's thinking that I'm her lover, no
    Reason I keep on shrugging
    Blunt is cashed, let's keep 'em coming
    Only weed keeps me from bugging and from seeking out more destruction
    I'm a pro at self-doubt, but I doubt I'll ever know
    That these bitches want me to fly 'em out
    Just because I upped the glow
    All these fuckboys wanna be me, but they keep it on the low
    And talk shit about me and my cousin
    While we're thumbing through our dough
    All this fame is such a curse, sometimes I wish I was a ghost
    Watch me raise the fucking 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

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