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Juice WRLD
Juice WRLD
Stimme und Gesang
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Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Songwriter:in
Jarad Higgins
Jarad Higgins
Songwriter:in
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Songwriter:in
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Nick Mira
Nick Mira
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Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
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Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
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Max Lord
Max Lord
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From the unknown I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know I problem-solve with Styrofoam My world revolves around a black hole The same black hole that's in place of my soul Uh, empty, I feel so g-damn empty I may go rogue Don't tempt me, big bullet holes Tote semi-autos Huh, yeah, I'm keepin' it real, real I'm keepin' it real, uh, yeah Life gets tough, s- is getting real (yeah) I don't know how to feel Swallowing all these pills Numb my real feels, uh Devil standing here Tryna' make a deal, uh It ain't no deals feel like I'm going crazy But still took a lot to get me here Losing my sanity up in a house in the hills, hills, hills I ain't have vanity then and I still don't have vanity still, still, still Uh, bein' me, I rock, PnB These-these actin' like gossip, TMZ These drugs acting like mosh pits squishing me Oh my, oh me, how they kill me slowly Lonely, I been gettin' no peace OD, feel like overdosing Lowkey I been looking for the signs But all I can find is a sign of the times From the unknown I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know I problem-solve with Styrofoam My world revolves around a black hole The same black hole that's in place of my soul Uh, empty, I feel so g-damn empty I may go rogue Don't tempt me, big bullet holes Tote semi-autos I ain't suicidal Only thing suicide is suicide doors Fight for survival Gotta keep hope up, rolling good dope up (uh) Hold my hand, through hell we go Don't look back, it ain't the past no more Gonna get to the racks, all them n- want war Yeah, I was put here to lead the lost souls Exhale depression as the wind blows These are the laws of livin' in vogue We're perfectly imperfect children Rose from the dust, all of us are on a mission Never gave a f-, really came from rags to riches Now we live it up, driving with the rooftop missin' I don't give a f-, really came from rags to riches Now I live it up, driving with the rooftop missin' From the unknown I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know I problem-solve with Styrofoam My world revolves around a black hole The same black hole that's in place of my soul Uh, empty, I feel so g-damn empty I may go rogue Don't tempt me, big bullet holes Tote semi-autos
Writer(s): Nicholas Mira, Jarad Anthony Higgins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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