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letra de a letter to x - juice wrld

(song 1 / intro)
rex made the beat, so you know i gotta murder it
they act all tough, but in person, they be murmuring
and mumbling, pull a gun out, they get to stumbling, tumbling
and the chopper get to thundering
sh-tting on all these haters, like, where the plunger at?
i’m excited, ’cause now i can throw a party and all the people that hated on me won’t be invited
true religion on me like the buddha, indian style, i’m enlightened
i remember up in kindergarten, the teacher told me i wouldn’t be sh-t
and then she saw me play the piano and made all the other kids sea sick
even though i got a couple demons, i’m still screaming out, “thank jesus”
upside down pyramid on me just to compliment the jesus pieces
i was a fan of yu-gi-oh, that’s why i pull cards on these stupid hoes
got a arrow, not a bullet, cupid ho, ha, yeah
i pop perc’s to numb all the pain ’cause it hurt to live
i gotta take everything ’cause sometimes it hurt to give
i make money even though sometimes it don’t make sense
speaking of taking everything, it’s time to take sh-ts on every single person that said i wouldn’t do it
every single person that said i was stupid
every single person that said i was that netflix special, what’s the name of the show? ah, clueless
but no, i ain’t clueless, i got this
i’m on top so now n0body can top this
now it’s time to change the topic
i got a way with words, like i’m running with a phonics book
in school i didn’t do the homework but i still got the subjects
money ain’t the object, money is the objective, gotta admit that
i’m successful but i feel like my head sometimes a little dreadful
i grew up on rock, rap, heavy metal
now i’m ridin’ bikes, pedal to the metal
i don’t even gotta pedal, it’s a throttle, so excuse me
these n-ggas faker than some optical illusions
i be looking like, “what the f-ck is you doing?”
you ain’t getting money, you ain’t changing sh-t, you ain’t changing the world, you just stupid
talkin’ bout you crackin’ cards, selling drugs, k!lling n-ggas, and going hard
watch a real n-gga come up in your car, now you lookin’ all scared
finna p-ss yourself, sh-t yourself, you gotta admit yourself, you need some help
i gotta admit myself, i’m on these drugs, feel like i can’t save myself
sometimes i wanna take myself and break myself, so i can reshape myself, huh
n0body ever felt the pain i felt, so i share it
put it out to the whole world, i ain’t embarrassed
bunch of these n-ggas is my sons
i apologize to ’em cause i been a bad parent
don’t try me ’cause i’m not the one, see i won’t even count to two
(song 2)
[intro: juice wrld & xxxtentacion]
whoa
oh whoa, whoa
i was like whoa-oh-oh
whoa-oh-oh
[verse 1: xxxtentacion]
won’t look back on my mind
won’t let bad out my shine
won’t let you cloud my mind
won’t let you cloud my mind
all my days, i was cryin’
all my lows, all my highs
told my mom, “i’m gon’ shine”
told my love, “i’m gon’-”

[chorus: xxxtentacion & juice wrld]
and i was like
whoa-oh-oh
whoa-oh-oh
whoa-oh-oh
whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh

[verse 2: juice wrld]
uh love and passion
i’m on the search for the magic
tryna drive through life but sometimes i get caught in traffic
chain reactions
from toxic interactions
had me feeling like all women was gon’ do me tragic
now i panic
suffer emotional damage
saw you from across the room i had to look again
now i panic
ain’t goin’ how i planned it
i’m low on confidence even though my wrist is avalanchin’, uh
[bridge: juice wrld]
can i have this dance
be real do you got a man
these pills got me in my feels but still i’m just wonderin’
if she feels the way i feel then we in wonderland, uh
never met vibes like this
come stay in my life for a bit
really diggin’ your smile like sh-t
this comin’ from a wild ass kid
had to grow up real real young
never been on no childish sh-t
i got into the drugs i’m lit
now i’m thinkin’ that i should stop it
gotta weigh out all my options
you a flame in the land of darkness

[chorus: xxxtentacion & juice wrld]
whoa-oh-oh
whoa-oh-oh
whoa-oh-oh
whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
(song 3)
[intro: juice wrld & ski mask the slump god]
ayy!
ayy man, me and ski in this b-tch man (yeah, nah)
give no f-ck (f-ck, nah)
voot up, vibe n-gga (haha, nah)
yeah (huh, bet, woah)
percs and hen’ and lean and gin (huh, huh, woah)
and a couple of friends (and i know, b-tch, ayy)
[verse: juice wrld & ski mask the slump god]
yeah, i take off, no rocket, uh
i need a plug, no socket, uh (ayy, ayy)
say you that n-gga, then stop it, uh (evil twins!)
i take that cash out your wallet, uh (yeah, water)
hit the bank, make a deposit, uh (water)
you just heard ski say “water”, uh (evil twins!)
we get her wetter than water, uh (water)
make ’em disappear, i’m harry potter, oh (b-tch, haha)
whippin’ the pot, i’m betty crocker (whip, okay)
i’m darth vader, n-gga, i’m yo’ father (i’m yo’ father)
should i take it farther? (huh?)
i put my arm in that b-tch p-ssy like a basketball rim, vince carter, yeah (swish, swish)
talk my sh-t, let me get up out my chair (swish, swish)
left-right-left-right, i walk my sh-t (huh!)
i put a collar around your ho, f-ck it, i’ma walk yo’ b-tch (ooh, ooh!)
i’m in miami with zoe-oh-ohs, gettin’ the dough-oh-oh (ooh, ooh)
free my n-gga thug, they just locked him up (they did, slime)
they call me the janitor, you got a problem, we mop it up (we will)
i could see the world with these louis v binoculars (hahaha)
yeah, man of the year, where i come from, the home of the bears (b-tch!)
back in the day it was musical chairs
i’ma hit it from the back, i’m abusing the rear
got so high, i forgot how to steer
got money like trump, i should run for mayor (yeah, huh?)
oh yeah, get f-cked up, then i run through the bands (what you say?)
fresh off a tour, i was bummin’ through france (huh?)
had to go get up with ski, that’s my mans (let’s go)
huh, huh, woah, you need to take a step back, you done f-cked up (haha)
it’s a dark ass world, good luck
bust a nut in yo’ b-tch, that’s another one
not much, you having another one (what?)
yo’ b-tch, she just got ran on (uh)
make a p-ssy n-gga bleed, no tampon
goin’ to chicago tomorrow, red eye
i’m just freestylin’, hangin’ with my guys (who you with?)
it ain’t no hook to this, i hope you realize
uh, r.i.p. to jahseh, i can see him in the moonlight
disrespect his name, you could die, ayy, put that on my life

[outro: juice wrld & ski mask the slump god]
ayy, ayy (ayy-ayy)
ayy, ayy (b-tch!)
ayy, ayy (ayy)
ayy-ayy (evil twins)
ayy, ayy (b-tch!)
ayy, ayy (evil twins, b-tch!)
ayy, ayy (evil twins, yeah!)
ayy-ayy
(outro)
i love y’all to death, um
i couldn’t ask for better fans or supporters
for sure, i love all y’all to death, 999, forever

- juice wrld

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