DJ Paul
1000 Blunts
[Intro: Chloe Kaul, Kingpin Skinny Pimp & DJ Zirk]
Hold tight
(You did good, $lick)
Hold tight
(It's a Smash!)
I'm noticin' the mine, I'm noticin' the mine
Gotta' get some fuckin' ends
Hold tight, hold tight, I'm noticing the mine
I'm noticin' the mine
Buck 'em down, down to the ground
Chase them with some fucking crown
Now I'm buck, buck as fuck, bloody pistol in my hand
Hold tight, hold tight, I'm noticing the mine
I'm noticin' the mine
Step on up, buck 'em down, down to the ground
Chase them with some fucking crown
Gotta' get some fuckin' ends
Now I'm buck, buck as fuck, bloody pistol in my hand
Hold tight, hold tight, I'm noticin' the mine
I'm noticin' the mine
Step on up, buck 'em down, down to the ground
Chase them with some fucking crown
Gotta' get some fuckin' ends
Now I'm buck, buck as fuck, bloody pistol in my hand
Hold tight, hold tight, I'm noticin' thе mine
I'm noticin' the mine
[Verse 1: Anthony Mars]
Yo, light that cigarеtte, I'm trippin', ash it on my bitches
Taking my dose, I never skip it
Still in my hood up pistol grippin' 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, yeah
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 and supported my family
Just for that they should give me a Grammy, uh
Running and duckin' the slammer, uh
Thinking 'bout cockin' the hammer
The lights, the glitter, the glamour, uh
None of this shit even matter, none of this shit made me happy
Wound up in rehab instead of a casket
Lockin' me up and they had the rooms padded
Made a straitjacket my fashion

[Verse 2: Norman Atomic]
Ruby da Motherfucker, grim reapin', I'm undercover
Soul seekin', I found another bitch, who's thinkin', that I'm her lover, no
Reason I keep on shruggin', blunt is cashed, let's keep 'em comin'
Only weed keeps me from buggin' and from seekin' 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 thumbin' through our dough
All this fame is such a curse, sometimes I wish, I was a ghost
Watch me, raise the fuckin' dead next time, I'm on stage at a show
[Chorus: Anthony Mars & Norman Atomic, Kingpin Skinny Pimp & DJ Zirk]
Haunted, haunted, haunted, haunted
Gotta' get some fuckin' ends
Gotta' get some fuckin' ends
Haunted, haunted, haunted, haunted
Gotta' get some fuckin' ends
Gotta' get some fuckin' ends
Haunted, haunted, I can't escape my mind
It's like, I'm doin' time, all the time
Buck 'em down, down to the ground
Chase them with some fucking crown
Now I'm buck, buck as fuck, bloody pistol in my hand
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 doin' time all the time
Exhausted, lost it, just one little line
Have this talk with God, all the time, yeah, all the time, time, yeah, time, yeah, time, yeah, time, yeah, god all the time, yeah, time, yeah, time, yeah