Roses (Arcando Remix) benny blanco & Juice WRLD
"Roses (Arcando Remix)" by benny blanco & Juice WRLD, released in 2020, is a blend of pop and electronic music (#Pop). The lyrics explore themes of love, loss, and the emotional struggles that come with relationships. Juice WRLD’s introspective verses reflect vulnerability and longing, while the remix enhances the original with upbeat electronic elements, creating a danceable yet poignant vibe. The song resonates with listeners through its relatable themes and has contributed to Juice WRLD’s legacy as an influential voice in contemporary music.
Roses are red, violets are blue (Check)
My heart is dead, I'm such a fool
Why did I fall for you?
I gave it all for you
Roses are red (Check), violets are blue (Check)
My heart is dead (Check), I’m such a fool (Check)
Why did I fall for you?
I gave it all for you
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Feelin' lost, don't know what to do
But I just got some head in the back of my coupe
Still feelin’ dead when I think about you
I can't do a damn thing when I'm without you
I'ma take a trip to the past off the shrooms, off the acid
Then I'll fuck a bad bitch
Uh, ayy, call me Young Savage
But I'm ballin' like a young Maverick
This heartbreak music is such a passion
I thought I left it inside the past-tense
You gave me your heart, it was made of plastic
No father-havin', I’m a bastard
At least I’m a rich one
You need a real nigga, you should go get one
So many hoes in my face, I could pick one
Make her pop it like a zit, huh
My heart is dead, I'm such a fool
Why did I fall for you?
I gave it all for you
Roses are red (Check), violets are blue (Check)
My heart is dead (Check), I’m such a fool (Check)
Why did I fall for you?
I gave it all for you
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Feelin' lost, don't know what to do
But I just got some head in the back of my coupe
Still feelin’ dead when I think about you
I can't do a damn thing when I'm without you
I'ma take a trip to the past off the shrooms, off the acid
Then I'll fuck a bad bitch
Uh, ayy, call me Young Savage
But I'm ballin' like a young Maverick
This heartbreak music is such a passion
I thought I left it inside the past-tense
You gave me your heart, it was made of plastic
No father-havin', I’m a bastard
At least I’m a rich one
You need a real nigga, you should go get one
So many hoes in my face, I could pick one
Make her pop it like a zit, huh
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