Blood On My Jeans

歌手: Juice WRLD • 专辑:Legends Never Die • 发布时间:2020-07-10
作词 : Jarad Higgins/Filip Gezin/Max Lord/Arian-Znovimir Vuica
 作曲 : Jarad Higgins/Filip Gezin/Max Lord/Arian-Znovimir Vuica
 Damn, I tried to stop, oh
 Baby (808 Mafia), baby (Baby), baby (Baby), babe
 You literally are my everything (Baby, Gezin)
 Hah (Baby)
 Baby, I've been on the run (Yeah)
 But I would never run from your love (Uh-uh)
 If you feel on my dick, there's a gun (Uh-huh)
 Not right there, just a little above
 I value my relationship, it's forever
 But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah)
Broke up with niggas, need a new plug (Yeah
 Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah)
 Huh, lean, huh
 Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green
 Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
 Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (Yeah)
 I ain't leave a clue on the scene (Uh-uh)
 Close range, so I got blood on my jeans (Uh)
 Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean (Uh-uh)
 Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green (Uh-huh)
 Still a blue face king
 Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean (Let's go)
 I know my haters hate to see me succeed
 If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me
 That shit got me laughin', haha
 Kel-Tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah
**** nigga, I'm your father
 Don't matter if you older
 They say age is just a number
 If that's the case, I'm way over
 Than who? These niggas (Uh-huh)
 And these bitches that think that they get it (Uh-huh)
 For a backstage pass, she'll suck the dick (Uh-huh)
 bitch, I got a bitch, better get you a ticket (Uh-huh)
 Walk through the night with my gun like a creep
 On my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-C
 I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe
 I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
 I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
You stuck with me, apologies for my ****ery
 Baby, I've been on the run
 But I would never run from your love
 If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
 Not right there, just a little above
 I value my relationship, it's forever
 But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah)
Broke up with niggas, need a new plug (Yeah
 Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah)
 Huh, lean, huh
 Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green
 Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
 Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (Yeah)
 I ain't leave a clue on the scene
 Close range, so I got blood on my jeans
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