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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juice WRLD
Juice WRLD
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Juice WRLD
Juice WRLD
Composer
Gabriel Guerra
Gabriel Guerra
Composer
Christian Monaco
Christian Monaco
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RONNY J
RONNY J
Producer
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jeremie Inhaber
Jeremie Inhaber
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Robin Florent
Robin Florent
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Max Lord
Max Lord
Engineer
Ardist
Ardist
Producer
DJ Scheme
DJ Scheme
Producer
NILS
NILS
Producer
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Oh my God, Ronny 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 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, eyes red, high and crying Numb the pain with Oxy and Dior, yeah, pricey Juice like Tupac Shakur, no iced tea Givenchy, Louis V, Double V, icy Wedding ring, better things, better half, wifey Only things numbing me from this hard life, uh, uh, alright 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 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 offside This light of mine goes dim tonight Will I be alright? Let me guess, no answer, right? 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
Writer(s): Ronald O'neil Jr. Spence, Gabriel De Carvalho Guerra, Jarad Higgins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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