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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anthony Mars
Anthony Mars
Vocals
Norman Atomic
Norman Atomic
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Songwriter
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer

Lyrics

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 up pistol gripping Still got a hundred blunts Got that Bape up in my cup Still 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 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, uh Thinking 'bout cocking the hammer The lights, the glitter, the glamour, uh 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 Ruby da motherfucker Grim Reapin', I'm undercover soul seeking 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 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 (All the time, yeah- time, yeah- time, yeah- time, yeah- time, yeah) (All- All the time, yeah- time, yeah- time, yeah- time) (yeah- time, yeah)
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux, Derrick Hill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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