Friends Die (Fuck Up Out Your Feelings) Juice WRLD

[Intro]
"Ayy, turn the music up for me, Chris!"
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah
I found my closure, lost my composure
High 'til it's over, ain't over 'til it's over

[Chorus]
Count the winnings (Huh, yeah), fuck up out your feelings (Yeah)
Get to the millions (Huh, yeah), fuck up out your feelings (Yeah)
Dawg these bitches (Huh, ya dig), fuck up out your feelings (Yeah)
And don't forget to get high (Huh), live life with no ceilings (Yeah)
Getting high to get by, watch my friends die (Uh, huh)
See 'em in the distance (Damn), you gotta be kidding (Damn)
Getting high to get by, watch my friends die (Huh)
See 'em in the distance (Damn), you gotta be kidding (Uh)

[Verse 1]
The world's gettin' colder, friends die young
Don't believe in older, they all die young
My heartbeat is slower, codeine sipper
No, I'm not a poser, I'm a power tripper
Yeah, I got so high that I ain't never come back
Yeah, I ran the train to get her on the right track, yeah
That's your bitch? Nigga, how do you like that?
Don't worry 'bout it, we'll send her right back