Blood On My Jeans

Juice WRLD

专辑：Legends Never Die

歌词

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