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