Lyrics
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Intro
Oh my God, Ronny
Chorus: Juice WRLD
The devil hit my phone, he wanna talk
But I'm not really up for conversations
I can have my cake and eat it, too
I just gotta make a reservation
Chillin' in my head, but it's hot
Flames everywhere, I see Satan
Demons tryna run up in my spot a lot
Really, really runnin' out of patience
Verse 1: Juice WRLD
T-Timing, timing, timing
All about timing, timing, timing
Sit back in my chair, relaxing and reclining
He has not a care in the world, no, I'm lying
Takin' all these meds to the face got me flying
Takin' all these meds to the face got me dying
Smoke 'til my mind frying, eyеs red, high and crying
Numb the pain with Oxy and Dior, yeah, pricеy
Juice like 2Pac Shakur, no ice tea
Givenchy, Louis V, Double V, icy
Wedding ring, better things, better half, wifey
Only things numbing me from this hard life thing, uh, alright
Chorus: Juice WRLD
The devil hit my phone, he wanna talk
But I'm not really up for conversations
I can have my cake and eat it, too
I just gotta make a reservation
Chillin' in my head, but it's hot
Flames everywhere, I see Satan
Demons tryna run up in my spot a lot
Really, really runnin' out of patience
Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert
I'm not flexin', I'm not braggin' (Nah)
We was four deep in that van and we tagged 'em (Yeah)
I thought them niggas, they was real, they was actin' (Yeah)
It's all good, we not gon' trip, we gon' tax them (Not trip)
Like, "Oh Lord," callin' on the Lord like I don't talk to the Devil sometimes
Every time that I lose somebody you know that it's numb time (No)
I sit back, take a pill and think about, um, all them good times
Steppin' on these niggas for my pain (Steppin' on)
Steppin' on these niggas for my pain (Yeah, all my pain)
Better bulletproof your umbrella 'cause we known to make it rain (Yeah, brrat)
Man, he turned out to be a fake fella, that boy he not the same (The same)
He changed up on his dawgs, man, he changed up on the game
Man, he changed up on the game
Verse 3: Juice WRLD
I'm waiting, waiting, waiting, sittin' up
Waiting, waiting, waiting, contemplating
My heart racing
Feels like I'ma die every second of the day
So I gotta get high
Ain't no coming down, ain't no coming down, why?
My anxiety bring me down, that's the fucking downside
It's like every time I ball, I just end up off-sides
This light of mine goes dim tonight
Will I be alright?
Let me guess, no answer, right?
Chorus: Juice WRLD
The devil hit my phone, he wanna talk
But I'm not really up for conversations
I can have my cake and eat it, too
I just gotta make a reservation
Chillin' in my head, but it's hot
Flames everywhere, I see Satan
Demons tryna run up in my spot a lot
Really, really runnin' out of patience
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