
Let Her Leave Juice WRLD
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[Intro]
Murda on the beat so it's not nice
[Chorus]
Her love isn't free
Had to pay a fee
We don't get along, let's agree to disagree
Love ain't meant for me
I'm not meant for love
Only meant for drugs
Kissing on the lean
I get so damn high let it sweep me off my feet, bitch
Every time I'm high, I be as happy as can be, bitch
But on the inside I'm sad, I'ma let it bleed
Shouldn't have let her leave, shouldn't have let her leave
[Verse 1]
I remember when my first love hurt me
Woke up on the hospital gurney
Cupid as the doctor
Codeine in my IV, mix it with the Hi-C
Higher than a high-five, everyone below me
I was "Mr. Nice Guy" I guess that's the old me
Made me bawl my eyes out, I deserve a trophy
Why you blocking my love? What are you, a goalie?
Startin' to feel the fame, don't know how to maintain it
You could be my heart even though that love's dangerous
Loner by choice I don't talk to strangers
Hold my hand I'ma walk with danger
If she cheated, put a knife to her throat, I'll slay her
Murda on the beat so it's not nice
[Chorus]
Her love isn't free
Had to pay a fee
We don't get along, let's agree to disagree
Love ain't meant for me
I'm not meant for love
Only meant for drugs
Kissing on the lean
I get so damn high let it sweep me off my feet, bitch
Every time I'm high, I be as happy as can be, bitch
But on the inside I'm sad, I'ma let it bleed
Shouldn't have let her leave, shouldn't have let her leave
[Verse 1]
I remember when my first love hurt me
Woke up on the hospital gurney
Cupid as the doctor
Codeine in my IV, mix it with the Hi-C
Higher than a high-five, everyone below me
I was "Mr. Nice Guy" I guess that's the old me
Made me bawl my eyes out, I deserve a trophy
Why you blocking my love? What are you, a goalie?
Startin' to feel the fame, don't know how to maintain it
You could be my heart even though that love's dangerous
Loner by choice I don't talk to strangers
Hold my hand I'ma walk with danger
If she cheated, put a knife to her throat, I'll slay her
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