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
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
Comentario en Español aqui, escuchando suicide y relajando con los compas.
This some good stuff my g❤️🔥🔥
I love this song
❤❤
Scrim sounds like he’s back on the bullshit 💀
I want my guns back