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juice wrld - don't you lyrics

[intro]
we in motherf+ckin’ new york, n+gga
it’s like five in the morning
pushin’ the shades back, lookin’ at the city
this sh+t look brazy, n+gga, uh
last dude on the track

[chorus]

don’t you run away from me, i’m tryna play for keeps, yeah
if they play with you, we finna spray then leave (graa, graa, yeah)
don’t you run away from me, don’t you run away from me (yeah)
don’t you run away from me (yeah)
don’t you run away, run away from me

[verse]
i can tell you really like me (yeah)
i enjoy your vibe and appreciate your company
look up at the sky, lovely
i see the same thing when i look at that look in your eyes
top of the line, i got my hand on my nine
b+tch, i’ma die about mine
i was told life was about elevations, just pick you a ladder, and start+up the climb
can’t be afraid to take risk after risk, gamble chip after chip, tryna stay on the grind
was in the kitchen, cooked grits, but they weren’t really grits, they were bricks, mom, i’m sorry, i lied
i can make it up to you this time
bought my mom a car, she listen to my sh+t while she drive
i owe her the world, send disrespect her way, you gotta die
feel the same way about my girl, them diamonds, make ’em twinkle like her eyes
eyes broke the internet when i kicked that b+tch to the side
goes to show you, you can’t disrespect my love and hope to slide
n+ggas think it’s sweet ’cause the love songs, right?
that’s cool, ’cause they won’t be expectin’ me to slide

[chorus]

breakin’ pills down, i can’t help it, it’s a habit now
piped the f+ck up, turnt the f+ck up, promise ain’t no comin’ down
you get burnt the f+ck up, choppers on us if you came to f+ck around
look for your mom, she in town, givin’ head for some brown
i’m a dog off the leash, b+tch, i bite, i don’t growl
i don’t bark, i’m in silence, i’ma shoot up the crowd
if he want smoke, give him cancer, i’m gon’ blow him down
he ain’t know it was a problem, then i bet he know it’s a problem now
i came from the trenches, was plottin’ on riches, i made it, i did it
i’m shinin’ on all of these n+ggas that said that i wouldn’t be sh+t
i was sh+ttin’ on them ever since i was in it
don’t f+ck with the remy, the henny, need none of that
i pour the codeine, i sip, ain’t no comin’ back
you caught a play, i’ma act like a quarterback
got a hundred in cash, i do not need a quarter back

[chorus]

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