Juice WRLD returns with a new song "Left You" and we got it for you, download fast and feel the vibes. I'ma fuck that bitch, hit her from the back quick then I make her leave, ooh. We doin' drugs 'til we in a coma. Nigga, you was just calling me. I tell you that I don't care. You're way too much, too, too much. I'm the man now, they should feel ashamed. Download, Listen and Enjoy!! He lucky bro and dem ain't f*cking off him.
Juice WRLD & G Herbo]. In the coffin, laying stiff like a boulder. It's been a long time since I ain't feel pain.
And I lock my phone 'cause these hoes be lurkin', yuh. A real nigga walked in the party. Your ex made a mistake when he left you. Mix it with the trauma tho, I don't feel the pain at all. We call up the gang, you call up the warden, uh. Rockin' that Rick Owens, you ain't rockin' that Rick? Used to hate on us now they wait on us. I hope that you care (You know it's Mitch Mula). How to use Chordify. Then I'm scared we gon' break up and fall out. Like frozen in the snow.
You gave me a heart that was full of mistakes. But the drugs won't hurt me, the drugs won't hurt me. G Herbo & Juice WRLD]. All this jealousy and agony that I sit in. Shorty tell me I should really sober up. I'm not sure (yeah, I like that). "Juice WRLD" comes up with this song titled, "Forever ". Y'all niggas know I'm for talkin'. Think about the days when I used to undress her. Smoke with me, drink with me. I never been scared to love (Drop that bombaclot). I told you, baby, I ain't saving no hoe. Every day I wonder if I can pick my heart out my chest. Let's go back to the crib, wanna undress and caress you.
These chords can't be simplified. Run up on me, nigga, is you retarded, uh? This is the end of the show, it's over. Swervo told me « We gon' get it regardless, » so. I'm a loner 'til the end, goddamn. I have these lucid dreams where I can't move a thing. All that heartbreak, that was a year ago. You left me falling and landing inside my grave. SoundCloud wishes peace and safety for our community in Ukraine. I doubt you niggas be ridin' for real. Starting to feel cornered, starting to feel slaughtered.
I've been on the Adderall, ain't been gettin sleep at all. Why can't you answer the phone? On the super-motor, I ain't grabbin' the wheel. I watch it blow in the wind.
I need something other than Xannies to take the pain away. Choppa on me longer than a poolstick. Lookin' at the devil and the angel on my shoulder. I'll do it over again. I laugh when they ask if my piss clean. Peace I can't obtain. Can't focus, need Adderall or Vyvanse (Huh, huh, ayy). Every f*cking time you call me, I'm done. Okay, okay, go ahead talk all that shit now. He shootin' while I'm drivin' the two-door. "Please don't urge me, please dont urge me, " yuh. We woke up in hell, baby, can't you tell?
I'm not enough, not enough. This song was requested by one of our favorite music lovers!!! I told you to stop f*cking calling me. Don't, like I said, delete my number. He didn't mean anything to me. And I cannot change you so I must replace you (oh). Now I'm just better off dead (coughs). But who had your back? Ayy, Gucci store, come and shop with me. All I ever do is get f*cked up. Tell me what's the secret to love, I don't get it. Brodie got hats still, he from New Orleans.