Hey, Ukulelist in this post you will learn to play 1000 Blunts ukulele Chords by $uicideboy$.
Song Info
- Song: 1000 Blunts
- Artist: $uicideboy$
- Written by Aristos Petrou & Scott Arceneaux Jr.
- Produced by Budd Dwyer & Sambo Bachrack
- Album: Sing Me a Lullaby My Sweet Temptation
- Released Date: 29 July 2022
Chords Info
- Tunning: Standard(G C E A)
- Chords: Em, C, G
- Key: Fm
- Capo: 1st fret
Ukulele Chords |
Em – 0402 C – 0003 G – 0232 |
[Chorus]
Em
Hold tight, hold tight
C
I know this in my mind,
G
I know this in my mind, hey
Em
Hold tight, hold tight
C
I know this in my mind,
G
I know this in my mind, oh hey
Em
Hold tight, hold tight
C
I know this in my mind,
G
I know this in my mind, hey
Em
Hold tight, hold tight
C
I know this in my mind,
G
I know this in my mind, oh hey
[Verse]
Em
Yo, light that cigarette,
I'm trippin',
Ash it on my b*tches
C
Taking my dose, I never skip it,
G
Still in my hood, a pistol gripping
Em
Still got a hundred blunts,
Got that Bape up in my cup
C
Stay with a b*tch in the cut,
G
Who stay with my d*ck in her guts
Em
Wetto the King of the Grey, Self park,
I don't f*ck with the valet, sheesh
C
Private jet, f*ck a delay,
G
Went to Paris and back in a day
Em
Okay, no, I'm never okay,
b*tch, stop asking
C
Came up, supported my family,
G
Just for that,
They should give me a Grammy, uh
Em
Running and ducking the slammer,
Thinking 'bout cocking the hammer
C
The lights, the glitter, the glamor,
G
None of this s*it even matters
Em
None of this s*it make me happy,
Wound up in rehab instead of a casket
C
Locking me up and they had
The rooms padded,
G
Made a straight jacket my fashion
Em
Ruby da Motherf*cker,
Grim reaping,
I'm undercover
C
Soul seeking,
I found another b*tch,
G
Who's thinking that
I'm her lover, no
Em
Reason I keep on shrugging,
Blunt is cashed,
Let's keep 'em coming
C
Only weed keeps me from
Bugging and from
G
Seeking out more destruction
Em
I'm a pro at self-doubt, but
C G
I doubt I'll ever knooooow
Em
That these b*tches want me to
Fly 'em out,
C
Just because I upped the glooooow
Em
All these f*ckboys wanna be me,
But they keep it on the low
C
And talk s*it about me and my cousin,
G
While we're thumbing through our dough
Em
All this fame is such a curse,
Sometimes I wish I was a ghost
C
Watch me raise the f*cking dead next time
G
I'm on stage at a shoooow
[Interlude]
Em C G
Haunted, haunted
Em C G
haunted, haunted
[Chorus]
Em
Haunted, haunted,
C
I can't escape my mind
G
It's like I'm doing time,
All the time
Em
Exhausted, lost it,
C
Just one little line
Have this talk with
G
God all the time, yeah
Em
Haunted, haunted,
C
I can't escape my mind
G
It's like I'm doing time,
All the time
Em
Exhausted, lost it,
C
Just one little line
Have this talk with
G
God all the time, yeah