1000 Blunts — аккорды для укулеле
Аккорды:
Em
C
G
Вступление
"That night—I was selling pills at the time so I had a stack of money—I went to Best Buy and got me a laptop.
I still have the same white laptop till this day. I started making beats on GarageBand, shitty as fuck.
Then I just kept making beats and you know, I had to get a job to pay the bills. Did that for three years
and got fired for getting my hands tattooed and that’s when Ruby and I linked up. At that point it was a
crucial turning point in our lives." - $lick
Chorus
Em
Hold tight, hold tight
C G
I know this in my mind, I know this in my mind, hey
Em
Hold tight, hold tight
C G
I know this in my mind, I know this in my mind, oh hey
Em
Hold tight, hold tight
C G
I know this in my mind, I know this in my mind, hey
Em
Hold tight, hold tight
C G
I know this in my mind, I know this in my mind, oh hey
Verse
Em
Yo, light that cigarette, I'm trippin', Ash it on my bitches
C G
Taking my dose, I never skip it, Still in my hood, a pistol gripping
Em
Still got a hundred blunts, Got that Bape up in my cup
C G
Stay with a bitch in the cut, Who 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 G
Private jet, fuck a delay, Went to Paris and back in a day
Em
Okay, no, I'm never okay, Bitch, stop asking
C G
Came up, supported my family, Just for that, they should give me a Grammy, uh
Em
Running and ducking the slammer, Thinking 'bout cocking the hammer
C G
The lights, the glitter, the glamor, None of this shit even matters
Em
None of this shit make me happy, Wound up in rehab instead of a casket
C G
Locking me up and they had the rooms padded, Made a straight jacket my fashion
Em
Ruby da Motherfucker, Grim reaping, I'm undercover
C G
Soul seeking, I found another 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 G
Only weed keeps me from bugging and from seeking out more destruction
Em C G
I'm a pro at self-doubt, but I doubt I'll ever knooooow
Em C
That these bitches want me to fly 'em out, Just because I upped the glooooow
Em
All these fuckboys wanna be me, but they keep it on the low
C G
And talk shit about me and my cousin, While we're thumbing through our dough
Em
All this fame is such a curse, sometimes I wish I was a ghost
C G
Watch me raise the fucking dead next time I'm on stage at a shoooow
Interlude
Em C G
Haunted, haunted
Em C G
haunted, haunted
Chorus
Em C
Haunted, haunted, I can't escape my mind
G
It's like I'm doing time, all the time
Em C
Exhausted, lost it, just one little line
G
Have this talk with God all the time, yeah
Em C
Haunted, haunted, I can't escape my mind
G
It's like I'm doing time, all the time
Em C
Exhausted, lost it, just one little line
G
Have this talk with God all the time, yeah