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juice wrld - chaos lyrics

[intro: nessly]
hey

[chorus: juice wrld]
can you keep up? i don’t think it’s enough
yeah, i’m calling your bluff, too quick for ya
knuckles, money mayweather, raise a fist at us
emeralds dancin’ on my body and they’re all chaos (oh)

[verse 1: juice wrld]
i don’t need a car, to run really fast, really quick, really far
if i run through the past, see the cuts and the scars
that’s why i keep runnin’, it keep me from fallin’ apart
from fallin’ apart
in order to get really far
gotta acknowledge where you are
take off like a comet through the stars
in these red balenciagas, feel like sonic hedgehog
oh+oh (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
ain’t no debating, they know i’m thе greatest
diss them up thеn ride on the radio waves
disregard the people that’s givin’ you hate
let your success slap them in the face
what they gon’ do to you now? you great
woke up today feelin’ great
so i called sonic on the phone
and said we should have a race
from the start to the finish, i’ll be in the lead
and i’ll never slow down, ain’t no pumpin’ no brakes
remember what i said about radio waves
when the haters come ’round, just wash ’em away
i’m just winnin’ and stuntin’ and runnin’
i got ’em like “humina+humina+humina+humina”
once i start runnin’, can’t do nothin’ but give in
welcome to my world, fast life livin’
gotta go fast, ain’t no way i’ll be in last place
get your running shoes out the stash, ayy
the ones you was usin’ in gym class, ayy
don’t look at me like that
i didn’t know i was that fast, ayy
three steps of mine is like two+hundred on the dash, ayy
[chorus: juice wrld]
can you keep up? i don’t think it’s enough
yeah, i’m calling your bluff, too quick for ya
knuckles, money mayweather, raise a fist at us
emeralds dancin’ on my body and they’re all chaos (oh)

[verse 2: king von]
see, i’m in the streets, and they in the way like a speed hump (boom, drill)
i jumped off that porch and started smokin’ sh+t (boom)
keep a stick on me like a tree trunk (boom, boom)
i been drillin’ sh+t for a long time (long time)
i turned this sh+t into a hobby, n+gga (uh+huh)
he was tryna make it to the nba (what?)
and i was tryna catch me a body, n+gga (boom, boom, boom)
coolin’ with gang and some older n+ggas, they was showin’ me how to move (how to move)
catch me on the block, totin’ mops to slide on the opps when i’m not at school
lurk and caught a n+gga then i rocked his ass (slide, ride)
by the third shot, hollows dropped his ass (boom, boom)
i stood over him and then i sparked his ass
they done ran, take the brown box his ass (yeah, yeah, yeah)
like what’s up now? he should never lacked with his goofy ass (nah)
they done came back and tried to slide for ’em (b+tch ass n+gga)
but they missed, what the f+ck was they shootin’ at? (huh?)
i be shootin’ them n+ggas, ain’t shootin’ back (boom)
he ain’t movin’, i think he in cardiac (boom, boom)
got some n+ggas locked up in pontiac
take the soul out his chest, he ain’t comin’ back (boom, boom)
[chorus: juice wrld & lil loaded]
can you keep up? i don’t think it’s enough
yeah, i’m calling your bluff, too quick for ya
knuckles, money mayweather, raise a fist at us (all alone, all alone, all alone)
emeralds dancin’ on my body and they’re all chaos (oh) (all alone)

[verse 3: lil loaded]
my brother spirit in me (what?)
i know b+doggs walk with me
you ain’t walk up in them trenches, you can’t ride in that droptop with me
they left me at rock bottom
they thought i was stuck, i got ’em (got ’em)
i ain’t have a thing, they ain’ help me climb up
they won’t get to see them commas (them commas)
she won’t get rich off of me, so baby, i’ma wear a condom (wear a condom)
n+gga can’t talk sh+t to me ’cause, n+gga, i’m the top shotta (grrah)
we go block on block, block ’em
arp, gon’ body rock (gon’ body rock)
ten to four, i bet my last on it (last, last on it)
big blue bad, won’t brag on ’em (brag on ’em)
rolling game, my last name, i stand on
won’t put my hands on ’em (what?)
get ’em gone, put they bread on me (bread on me)
i was in that cell, all alone (all alone)
n+gga, i’ma hog the phone (hold the phone)
tryna see what harlem home
free the guys ’til the ballers home (the ballers home)
i made so many calls, for not one of ’em to talk to me (they ain’t talk)
[chorus: juice wrld]
can you keep up? i don’t think it’s enough
yeah, i’m calling your bluff, too quick for ya
knuckles, money mayweather, raise a fist at us (all alone, all alone, all alone)
emeralds dancin’ on my body and they’re all chaos (oh) (all alone)

[outro: juice wrld & lil loaded]
all alone, all alone, all alone, all alone
gotta go fast
gotta go faster, faster
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- juice wrld lyrics

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