10 Feet Juice WRLD
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[Intro: Juice WRLD & Daniel Caesar]
You make me feel, yeah
Uh, I don't wanna try, but I...
So primal, and (Woah)
That's what I am (Woah)
I'm just a man, yeah, yeah, yeah
You make me feel, yeah
So primal, and (Woah)
That's what I am (Woah)
I'm just a man, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse: Juice WRLD]
Uh, acidic, a bunch of bad habits with bad magic
Can't disappear and re-appear in the same sentence, I'm bad at it
The Mad Hatter, the Perc packer
The mom thrasher
The Perc mixed with the syrup turn me into a contractor
A straight tweak, so high, I can't speak
Been three weeks, I still haven't met my peak
Like I could be someone other than myself
Like I could find a little Heaven up in my Hell
Yeah, I know it never ever end well
Yeah, I know I always fall victim to a rich spell
Uh, like abracadabra
The flow so raw, forgot to grab Magnums
Been raw-doggin' bitches ever since I went platinum
I feel like Hell full of bad bitches
Wonder if it's room in Heaven for savages
My life's a canvas, I'm paintin' in blood like a cannibal
Rip off his head and I salvage it, huh
A little too graphic
At least you niggas know that I still got the passion
Of someone who don't got shit but the clothes on they back
And it's been that way since way back since
Like I'm a killer or somethin'
These niggas lip-syncin' like Milli Vanilli or somethin'
I'm like Lil' Wayne I got a milli-milli-milli or somethin', I guess
I'm rich in broke pockets, bountiful
My soul's empty, so deep, ten feet
You make me feel, yeah
Uh, I don't wanna try, but I...
So primal, and (Woah)
That's what I am (Woah)
I'm just a man, yeah, yeah, yeah
You make me feel, yeah
So primal, and (Woah)
That's what I am (Woah)
I'm just a man, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse: Juice WRLD]
Uh, acidic, a bunch of bad habits with bad magic
Can't disappear and re-appear in the same sentence, I'm bad at it
The Mad Hatter, the Perc packer
The mom thrasher
The Perc mixed with the syrup turn me into a contractor
A straight tweak, so high, I can't speak
Been three weeks, I still haven't met my peak
Like I could be someone other than myself
Like I could find a little Heaven up in my Hell
Yeah, I know it never ever end well
Yeah, I know I always fall victim to a rich spell
Uh, like abracadabra
The flow so raw, forgot to grab Magnums
Been raw-doggin' bitches ever since I went platinum
I feel like Hell full of bad bitches
Wonder if it's room in Heaven for savages
My life's a canvas, I'm paintin' in blood like a cannibal
Rip off his head and I salvage it, huh
A little too graphic
At least you niggas know that I still got the passion
Of someone who don't got shit but the clothes on they back
And it's been that way since way back since
Like I'm a killer or somethin'
These niggas lip-syncin' like Milli Vanilli or somethin'
I'm like Lil' Wayne I got a milli-milli-milli or somethin', I guess
I'm rich in broke pockets, bountiful
My soul's empty, so deep, ten feet
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