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juice wrld – blood on my jeans (demo) lyrics

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[intro: juice wrld]
d+mn, i tried to stop, oh (ooh)
baby
(808 mafia)
baby (baby), baby (baby)
baby (you literally are my everything, yeah)
baby
(gezin)
ha (baby)

[chorus: juice wrld]
baby, i’ve been on the run (yeah)
but i would never run from your love
if you feel on my d+ck (yeah), there’s a gun (uh)
not right there, just a little above (uh)
i value my relationship, it’s forever
but i’ve been cheatin’ on the drugs (yeah)
broke up with codeine, need a new plug (yeah)
and them hot rod pockets i need two of ’em (yeah)
huh, lean (yeah, yeah)
put biscotti in my lungs
i’m smokin’ green
chopper on me, i don’t talk, i just up the beam (bow, bow, ba+ba+bow)
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)
[verse 1: juice wrld]
saints row cup, ain’t no red in my lean (uh+huh)
bank rolled up, i been swimmin’ in green (uh, huh)
still the blue face king
benjamin franklin come dirty and clean (let’s go)
i know my haters hate to see me succeed (uh+huh)
when they get the chance they’ll end up murderin’ me (uh+huh)
this sh+t got me laughin’, ha+ha (ha+ha)
keltec get to rappin’, gra gra
f+ck n+gga, i’m yo’ father
don’t matter if you older
they say age is just a number
if that’s the case i’m way older
than who? these n+ggas (uh+huh)
and these b+tches that think that they get it (uh+huh)
for a backstage pass she can suck a d+ck, b+tch (uh+huh)
i got a b+tch better, get you a ticket (uh+huh)
walk through the night with my gun like a creep
but my shirt maison martin, my shoes double c
i don’t know what it’s gonna take you to believe

[pre+chorus: juice wrld]
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 f+ckery
[chorus: juice wrld]
baby, i’ve been on the run (yeah)
but i would never run from your love
if you feel on my d+ck, there’s a gun (yeah)
not right there, just a little above (uh)
i value my relationship, it’s forever (uh)
but i’ve been cheatin’ on the drugs (yeah)
broke up with codeine, need a new plug (yeah)
and them hot rod pockets i need two of ’em (yeah)
huh, lean
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+huh)

[verse 2: gunna]
turned into a murder scene
sippin’ codeine while i’m flown on a bean
took some morphine but don’t call me a fiend (call me a fiend)
i ain’t no b+st+rd, my daddy a king (king)
wu+tang, we chasin’ the c.r.e.a.m
don’t be a fool, it ain’t not what it seems (not what it seems)
ate a dissolve, it will flow through your stream (nah)
it’s a guitar, let me play the strings (strings)
i was at the bus stop, now i got a bentley truck, lamb’ truck, rolls royce keys (rolls royce keys)
a driveway, a parking lot, uh+uh
acres and acres, entire countries (entire countries)
finally got some paper, i’m paying my fees (fees)
young gunnawunna, keep a trick up my sleeve (my sleeve)
she like my persona, she don’t want me to leave (leave)
keepin’ it a hundred every day when you need (need)
she said “boy, i love you and i pray you don’t leave me” (me)
i ain’t goin’ nowhere, i ain’t gon’ leave you
[pre+chorus: juice wrld]
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 f+ckery

[chorus: juice wrld]
baby, i’ve been on the run (yeah)
but i would never run from your love (yeah)
if you feel on my d+ck, there’s a gun (yeah)
not right there, just a little above (uh)
i value my relationship, it’s forever (uh)
but i’ve been cheatin’ on the drugs (yeah)
broke up with codeine, need a new plug (yeah)
and them hot rod pockets i need two of ’em (yeah)
huh, lean
put biscotti in my lungs
i’m smokin’ green
chopper on me, i don’t talk, i just up the beam (bow)
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+huh)



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