[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

Sing Me a Lullaby, My Sweet Temptation

1000 Blunts

1000 BLUNTS

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Ballin'

Body fucked up, swervin’ I jus crashed
120 on the dash, shawty, I live fast 
Fucked up in the mirror like I really did that 
She hurt me in the end, she got her lick back
Get back, baby, get back
I got trauma to my head, no, whiplash 

I ain’t w that baby, I ain’t w that 

I can’t stand the pain up in my heart 
That I ripped apart, I ripped apart
Left my heart up on my sleeve for all to see it’s my fault
Front row seats to my fall, and you love it
Yah, yah, I know you love it

Got me fucked up, shawty, got me fucked up x3

Body fucked up, swervin’ I jus crashed
120 on the dash, shawty, I live fast 
Fucked up in the mirror like I really did that 
She hurt me in the end, she got her lick back
Get back, baby, get back
I got trauma to my head, no, whiplash 

I ain’t w that baby, I ain’t w that

WHIPLASH! (PROD. YUREI BEATS) >>LYRICS IN DESC.<<

Mom was right, all the crimes
All the cries on my mind 
Bombs at night turn you to the hollow type 
Roaming through the crossroads it’s a war inside 
Wanda Sprite got me floating through the cosmos 
What I’m on tho got me hostile
Only god knows what I’m drawn to, so, for real 
Imma cop those for the lost bros 
Head honcho once I’m on, hoe, I can’t stop, no 
Disktray be the motherfuckin prod, hoe 
We gon make it where we long to
At the tippy top with the pot smoke
She don’t want me so I got to 
Give me a second it’s a lot to jot thru

Bust through her jaw open like a pothole 
Look like vatos hit that shot with a long scope 
Got the drop, roll it, hotbox the Honda 
On the hunt for hella guap where the Hundos?
Bloody blunts OP look like Bella Swan’s roll
Got the length, she got the width, maximize the highs volume 
Yeah fuck you, yea, all you 
Doubt the kid I vow you never doubt shit again 
Lips is read, now we agree I hit that on the head
This bitch is bad, lips thick she giving busy head 
Too high on stiizy left that bitch on read
DND I think I green’d again 
I’m here, I fear I hear your screams up in my head

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