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"That night—I was selling pills at the time so I had a stack of money—I went to Best Buy and got me a laptop.
I still have the same white laptop till this day. I started making beats on GarageBand, shitty as fuck.
Then I just kept making beats and you know, I had to get a job to pay the bills. Did that for three years
and got fired for getting my hands tattooed and that’s when Ruby and I linked up. At that point it was a
crucial turning point in our lives." - $lick
[Chorus]
Hold tight, hold tight
I know this in my mind, I know this in my mind, hey
Hold tight, hold tight
I know this in my mind, I know this in my mind, oh hey
Hold tight, hold tight
I know this in my mind, I know this in my mind, hey
Hold tight, hold tight
I know this in my mind, I know this in my mind, oh hey
[Verse]
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 knooooow
That these bitches want me to fly 'em out, Just because I upped the glooooow
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 shoooow
[Interlude]
Haunted, haunted
haunted, haunted
[Chorus]
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