
Under Her Skin Juice WRLD
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[Chorus]
Oh, hope my lullabies get under her skin
Like the itch from the Percs on a binge
She ballin' out her eyes from the bench
She tell me that she'll never play love games again
Woah, my lullabies get under her skin
Like the itch from the Percs on a binge
Oh, she's ballin' her eyes out from the bench
She don't got no choice, she resorts to the—
[Verse 1]
Benzos, every day she live and die for benzos
New drug dealer, what's his info?
Her plus heartbreak equals Xans
Need a new equation, she gon' die tryna do the math
Suicidal tendencies, she hopin' that they end it fast
Fentanyl in a Fendi bag, she don't even smoke the gas
She been sleep for three days, cuttin' up, missin' class
Teacher called, asked, "What's wrong?"
Slurrin' back, you say "He gone"
Runnin' out of downers, you look down at your dresser
You see a 8-ball of all pure Colombian pleasure
It was left by that dude you tried to fuck to forget me
You snort a line and rail a Perc to see which one is better
Walkin' 'round in your mind pickin' up my belongings
I got a lot of shit here, it's been takin' forever
Walkin' 'round in your heart with some fuel and some fire
The same fire tatted on me, heart destroyer forever, goodbye
Oh, hope my lullabies get under her skin
Like the itch from the Percs on a binge
She ballin' out her eyes from the bench
She tell me that she'll never play love games again
Woah, my lullabies get under her skin
Like the itch from the Percs on a binge
Oh, she's ballin' her eyes out from the bench
She don't got no choice, she resorts to the—
[Verse 1]
Benzos, every day she live and die for benzos
New drug dealer, what's his info?
Her plus heartbreak equals Xans
Need a new equation, she gon' die tryna do the math
Suicidal tendencies, she hopin' that they end it fast
Fentanyl in a Fendi bag, she don't even smoke the gas
She been sleep for three days, cuttin' up, missin' class
Teacher called, asked, "What's wrong?"
Slurrin' back, you say "He gone"
Runnin' out of downers, you look down at your dresser
You see a 8-ball of all pure Colombian pleasure
It was left by that dude you tried to fuck to forget me
You snort a line and rail a Perc to see which one is better
Walkin' 'round in your mind pickin' up my belongings
I got a lot of shit here, it's been takin' forever
Walkin' 'round in your heart with some fuel and some fire
The same fire tatted on me, heart destroyer forever, goodbye
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