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Juice WRLD, you know I'm here'cause my ex is a fucking bitch, you know what I'm saying?Wait, huhI just put some money on his head (On his head)I can't say his name'cause he gon' really get blicked, brrtI've been tryna numb all the painI've been holdin' it in since a jit, uhI mix the Rick, with the RAF, and the RAF with the Rick, uhRemember first time, got stabbed in the heart as a kid, uhIt was that day I found out my friend was dead, uhSame day, I jumped head first in the pitbottle full of meds, uh (Skrrt)Sorrows symphonies, yeah, I invented thatLook at that watch on my wrist(Paid off, no deposit) , paid two-hundredand ten for that, yeahThinking back to the good old daysnowadays I'm over-stressedWhen I say good old daysI'm talkin' bout He-Han, no lil' ThunderCats, huhWell, I've been down, the devil been on the prowlHe loves when I frown, make him and his demons smileOn me they dog-pile, I done got way too involved nowHate when they play with metold Jimmy playfully, "I'm finna burn this all down"Bring all guns out, we goin' all outWe uppin' heat, enemies, gun 'em, fall downPlease, nigga, please, take a chill pill, calm downWith some niggas that be down to kill, kill and blackoutWait (Hey)I just put some money on his head (Money on his top)I can't say his name'cause he gon' really get blicked (Brrt, brrt)I've been tryna numb all the painI've been holdin' it in since a jit, uh (Yeah)I mix the Rick, with the RAFand the RAF with the Rick, uh (The RAF with the rick)Remember first time, got stabbedin the heart as a kid, uh (Hey)It was that day I found out my friend was dead, uh (R. I. P.)Same day, I jumped head first in the pitbottle full of meds, uh (Skrrt) (Meds)On my dead (On my dead) , on my momma (Momma)These nigga play, I'm gonna assault 'em (Bin Laden)I'm having trauma, spending my commas (I got trauma)I been paying for the dead, I'm a sponsor (I pay for that)Two Percocet's to the headwe been lookin', tryna hunt 'em (Where he at?)Popping drugs, it's makin' it worse (Worse)Put him in a hearse, ended the moneyget killed on the 1st (Walk)Walkin' him down, he a demon, he cursed (Walk down)Pull out the wrist work, take off your bitch skirtI do not fear anybody on earth (Why?)Watchin' my back, I'm alertI got pills from the bitch, she a nurse (Nurse)I got water, do you wanna surf? (Do you wanna surf)I'm on the edge, nigga don't push mePoppin' the meds, it give me a cushion (Let's go)Everbody failed, I'm handing out blessingsNobody scared, put switches on weapons (Nobody)All in my head, I'm thinking 'boutNiggas try to X me, and cut me out (Cut me out)Feds did a sweep, when we jumpin' out? (Jumpin' out)First, you get beat, then we stomp 'em out (Let's go)Taking the worldDiamonds for girls, I bought my momma some pearlsThat's my world (Momma)I put my babies in Birkin'slike, "What was the purpose? "cause them my girls (My babies)Fuck around and put some money in the streetWait, huhI just put some money on his head (Money on his top)I can't say his name'cause he gon' really get blicked (Brrt, brrt)I've been tryna numb all the painI've been holdin' it in since a jit, uh (Yeah)I mix the Rick, with the RAFand the RAF with the Rick, uh (The RAF with the rick)Remember first time, got stabbedin the heart as a kid, uh (Hey)It was that day I found out my friend was dead, uh (R. I. P.)Same day, I jumped head first in the pitbottle full of meds, uh (Meds)
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