Текст песни Juice WRLD - Blood On My Jeans

Damn, I tried to stop,
Oh baby
baby (Baby),
baby
babe (You literally are my everything)

    Baby, I've been on the run 
    But I would never run from your love
    If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
    Not right there, just a little above
   I value my relationship, it's forever,

 But I've been cheatin' on the drugs
    Broke up with codeine, need a new plug
    Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em
    Huh, lean,
   Huh, Put Biscotti in my
lungs, I'm smokin' green,
   Chopper on  me, I don't
talk, I just up the beam,
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave
(Yeah)I ain't leave a clue on the scene
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans

Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean
Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green

Still a blue face king
Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean
I know my haters hate to see me succeed
If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me
That shit got me laughin', haha
Kel-Tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah
Fuck nigga, I'm your father
Don't matter if you older
They say age is just a number,
If that's the case, I'm way over
Than who? These niggas

And these bitches that think that they get it
For a backstage pass, she'll suck the dick
Bitch, I got a bitch, better get you a ticket
Walk through the night with my gun like a creep
On my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-
I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
 (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
    You stuck with me,
 apologies for my fuckery

    Baby, I've been on the run 
    But I would never run from your love
    If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
    Not right there, just a little above
   I value my relationship, it's forever,

 But I've been cheatin' on the drugs
    Broke up with codeine, need a new plug
    Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em
    Huh, lean,
   Huh, Put Biscotti in my
lungs, I'm smokin' green,
   Chopper on  me, I don't
talk, I just up the beam,
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave
(Yeah)I ain't leave a clue on the scene
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans

 (Fade out)