Tonalité : Bb minor
Verse 1
Am
Gm
G#dim
G#m
E
Em
I drink,
Bm
I smoke,
Am
I get high, I pop, I blow, I feel right
F#m
Bm
Every day, wink, chase the same high
Am
My bloody red eyes, my bloody red eyes
F#m
Bm
I drink, I smoke, I get high,
Am
I pop, I blow, I feel right
Bm
Every day, we XO,
chase the same high
Am
My blooded red eyes,
my blooded red eyes
Bm
Top of the mornin', I'm zonin',
chasin' the same high
E
Am
Splittin' swishers with my niggas,
rollin' all five
Bm
I do this all the time,
pop a E to snort a lime
Am
Smoke my weed with
Hennessy and a lil' lime
D
Bm
I'm doin' fine,
don't even worry about me
Am
I'm somewhere in the zone
where a nigga wanna be
Bm
Plus a couple homies with me
blowin' smoke like a chimney
Am
I'm smokin' so much weed,
it got my conscience feelin' guilty
D
Bm
But still I'm chasin' hives,
not even tryin' to come down
C
Am
I'm up at cloud nine,
somewhere high above the ground
Bm
I'm walkin' round on purple weed,
cokin' blue pills
Am
Yeah, these drugs feelin' good,
though they say drugs kill
Dm
Popped a pill on this shit
that I've been tryin' to fuck right
Cm
It had me energized,
a bunny goin' all nine
Dm
With homies like I got,
I stay high all the time
Cm
I'm wakin' up, smokin', drinkin',
snortin' on the line
D
F#m
Bm
I drink, I smoke, I get high,
Am
I pop, I blow, I feel right
F#m
Bm
Every day, wake up, chase the same high
Am
My blooded red eyes, my blooded red eyes
F#m
D
Bm
I drink, I smoke, I get high,
Am
I pop, I blow, I feel right
Bm
Every day, wake up, chase the same high
Am
My blooded red eyes,
my blooded red eyes
F#m
Bm
Yeah, I'm poppin' pills,
tellin' Scottie to beat me up
E
Eaug
Am
I got a couple bitches on my
line who tryna fuck
Bm
These hoes like menages, back massages
Am
All Peruvian flank,
they start their head bobbing
F#m
Bm
I mix the Henny with the Remy,
call this a beautiful day
Am
Takin' me back to smokin' Chewy
with that Grand Mardi
F#m
D
Bm
A Cartier parties at the hotel,
niggas off values
E
Am
Smokin' on a cocktail
E
with bitches all around you
D
Bm
I been gettin' high since 1988
Am
I think my brain fried from
too much drug intake
Bm
Coke on the plate,
and I'm still smokin' on grapes
Em
And today,
Am
I'm back to drinkin' Grand Marnier
Dm
Callin' up Jose,
for a bag of frosted flakes
C
Cm
He's nothin' like these niggas
who be shortin' the on the way
Dm
He got cake,
he straight throwin' me shit on the side
Cm
Like pills, and weed
so a player can get high
F#m
Bm
I drink, I smoke, I get high
Am
I talk, I play, I feel right
Every day,
D
Bm
Am
you know that's that granddad
F#m
Bm
I drink, smoke, I get high,
Am
I pop, I blow, I be a fly
Bm
And break that weight,
chase the same high
Am
My blooded red eyes,
Dm
Cm
Dm
Cm
my blooded red eyes
D
Bm
I drink, I smoke, I get high
Em
Am
I pop, I blow, I feel right
D
Bm
Everyday, wake up,
chase the same high
Am
My bloody red eyes, my bloody red eyes
I drink, I smoke, I get high
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