เนื้อเพลง Blood on My Jeans - Juice WRLD

Damn, I tried to stop, oh
Baby
(808 Mafia)
Baby, baby, baby (Baby, baby)
You literally are my everything (Baby, Gezin)
(That's my baby)
(Gezin)
Ha

Baby, I've been on the run
But I would never run from your love
If you feel on my d*ck, there's a gun
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 codeine, need a new plug (Yeah)
Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah)
Lean
Put Biscotti in my lungs
I'm smokin' green
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
Let my gun bust a nut then leave (Yeah)
I ain't leave a clue on the scene
Close range so I got Blood on My Jeans

Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean
Bank rolled up, I been swimmin' in green
Still the blue face king
Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean
I know my haters hate to see me succeed
If they get the chance they'll end up murderin' me
This sh*t got me laughin', ha-ha
KelTec get to rappin', gra gra
F*ck n*gga, I'm yo' father
Don't matter if you older
They say age is just a number
If that's the case I'm way over
Then who? (These n*ggas)
And these b*tches that think that they get it
For a backstage pass she can s*ck a d*ck, b*tch
I got a b*tch better, get you a ticket
Walk through the night with my gun like a creep
But my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double C
I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe
That 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 f*ckery

Baby, I've been on the run
But I would never run from your love
If you feel on my d*ck, there's a gun
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 codeine, need a new plug (Yeah)
Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah)
Lean
Put Biscotti in my lungs
I'm smokin' green
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
Let my gun bust a nut then leave (Yeah)
I ain't leave a clue on the scene
Close range so I got blood on my jeans

(Freestyle)
I ain't leave a clue on the scene
Close range so I got blood on my jeans (Ayy)
I shot a n*gga in the club, double cup next to me, I got his blood in my lean (Uh)
Choppa on me with a beam, Freddy Krueger show up in yo' dreams (Uh)
Things ain't not what they seem (Uh), shorty wanna ball on the team
B*tch I'm the best, freestyle off the top
Got a b*tch in the crib, she been givin' me top
Every day b*tch, I'mma count up the guap
Run up on me, just like a zit, n*gga get popped
I'm on the block with my n*ggas, with choppas
I'm getting this money so I had to move
I'm in the 'Burbs for my momma, I bought her a mansion, a house and a dog, it's cool
I don't give a f*ck about you, just me (Yeah, ayy)
You know how I be (Ayy, and)
Wait

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 f*ckery

Baby, I've been on the run
But I would never run from your love
If you feel on my d*ck, there's a gun
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 codeine, need a new plug (Yeah)
And them hot rod pockets I need two of 'em (Yeah)
Lean
Put Biscotti in my lungs
I'm smokin' green
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
Let my gun bust a nut then leave
I ain't leave a clue on the scene
Close range so I got blood on my jeans