Blood On My Jeans Juice WRLD

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[Wstęp]
B
B B#m
Damn, I tried to stop,
COh baby
babBy (Baby),
Bbaby
B#m
babe (You literally are my everything)
C
[Refren]
B Baby, I've been on the run 
B But I would never run from your love
B#m
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
 C Not right there, just a little above
B   I value my relationship, it's foreBver,

But I've been cheatin' on the drugs
B#m
Broke up with codeine, need a new plug
  C Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em
B Huh, lean,
B Huh, Put Biscotti in my
B#m
lungs, I'm smokin' green,
C Chopper on me, I don't
Btalk, I just up the beam,
BHuh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave
B#m
(Yeah)I ain't leave a clue on the scene
CClose range, so I got blood on my jeans
[Zwrotka]
BSaints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean
BBankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green
B#m

Still a blue face Cking
Benjamin Franklin come dirty and cBlean
I know my haters hate to see me succBeed
B#m
If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me
That shit got me laughin', hahCa
Kel-Tec get to rappin', grrah, grrBah
Fuck nigga, I'm your fathBer
B#m
Don't matter if you older
They say age is just a Cnumber,
If that's the case, I'm way ovBer
Than who? These niggas B 

And these bitches that think that they get it
B#m
For a backstage pass, she'll suck the dick
Bitch, CI got a bitch, better get you a ticket
BWalk through the night with my gun like a creep
On my sBhirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-C
B#m
I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe
CI ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
B (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
BI ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
B#m
You stuck with me,
 apologCies for my fuckery
[Refren]
B Baby, I've been on the run 
B But I would never run from your love
B#m
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
 C Not right there, just a little above
B   I value my relationship, it's foreBver,

But I've been cheatin' on the drugs
B#m
Broke up with codeine, need a new plug
  C Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em
B Huh, lean,
B Huh, Put Biscotti in my
B#m
lungs, I'm smokin' green,
C Chopper on me, I don't
Btalk, I just up the beam,
BHuh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave
B#m
(Yeah)I ain't leave a clue on the scene
CClose range, so I got blood on my jeans

[Outro] (Fade out)
B B B#m C
B B B#m C
B B B#m C
B B B#m C

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