Juice Myself Lyrics at Donna Sass blog

Juice Myself Lyrics. She think i'm a crack baby, ayy, ayy. Sippin' codeine like it's beer. I don’t like waiting, why would i wait on you and i know i can do bad by myself / i don’t like working, i swear i hate punching that. By myself (lonely) [intro] (ayy, turn the music up for me, chris!) turn the music up for me, chris, ayy, ayy. (ayy, turn the music up for me, chris!) / turn the music up for me, chris, ayy, ayy / she think i'm a crack baby, ayy, ayy /. I'm in london, so i'm screaming, cheers! man of the year, still got. These lyrics immediately convey a sense of disillusionment and frustration with the world, as juice wrld reflects on the fake and toxic.

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(ayy, turn the music up for me, chris!) / turn the music up for me, chris, ayy, ayy / she think i'm a crack baby, ayy, ayy /. Sippin' codeine like it's beer. I don’t like waiting, why would i wait on you and i know i can do bad by myself / i don’t like working, i swear i hate punching that. These lyrics immediately convey a sense of disillusionment and frustration with the world, as juice wrld reflects on the fake and toxic. I'm in london, so i'm screaming, cheers! man of the year, still got. By myself (lonely) [intro] (ayy, turn the music up for me, chris!) turn the music up for me, chris, ayy, ayy. She think i'm a crack baby, ayy, ayy.

Juice WRLD Lean Wit Me V2 Lyrics Genius Lyrics

Juice Myself Lyrics I don’t like waiting, why would i wait on you and i know i can do bad by myself / i don’t like working, i swear i hate punching that. (ayy, turn the music up for me, chris!) / turn the music up for me, chris, ayy, ayy / she think i'm a crack baby, ayy, ayy /. These lyrics immediately convey a sense of disillusionment and frustration with the world, as juice wrld reflects on the fake and toxic. I'm in london, so i'm screaming, cheers! man of the year, still got. By myself (lonely) [intro] (ayy, turn the music up for me, chris!) turn the music up for me, chris, ayy, ayy. Sippin' codeine like it's beer. She think i'm a crack baby, ayy, ayy. I don’t like waiting, why would i wait on you and i know i can do bad by myself / i don’t like working, i swear i hate punching that.

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