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Juice WRLD - Sometimes (Lyrics)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juice WRLD
Juice WRLD
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jarad Higgins
Jarad Higgins
Songwriter
Miguel Angel Flores Curtidor
Miguel Angel Flores Curtidor
Songwriter
Othello Houston
Othello Houston
Songwriter
Subhaan Rahman
Subhaan Rahman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Danny Wolf
Danny Wolf
Producer
Otxhello
Otxhello
Producer
Max Lord
Max Lord
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes I wanna be by my lonely I pop these perc by my lonely I put in work by my lonely .40 on me, you know it's my homie I wanna be by my lonely I take these perc by my lonely I put in work by my lonely .40 on me, you know that's my homie My mind, sometimes, gets dark and wild My mind, sometimes I don't wanna be bothered Inhale, exhale Breathing just got a lil' harder I mean well, I mean well All's well that ends well Inhale, exhale Losing my sanity, probably I'll see you in hell Yeah, I'ma meet you there As of lately, my demons, they bother me When I'm sleeping, they sittin' on top of me And wherever I go, they all follow me I fell into the pit, and it's bottomless They want my soul, but it isn't my property Try to take it from me, demonic robbery Crazy the way that the devil will lie to me Just leave me alone I could do bad on my own I get high off my ass on my own Paranoia is strong What if she don't love me no more? I hope I'm wrong Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes I wanna be by my lonely I pop these perc by my lonely I put in work by my lonely .40 on me, you know it's my homie I wanna be by my lonely I take these perc by my lonely I put in work by my lonely .40 on me, you know that's my homie Oh, there ain't no place like home I wanna go back home I hate the world we know (oh, oh, oh) There ain't no place like home I wanna go back home I hate the world we know Mind fumblin', fumblin', fumblin' I wonder if, wonder if, wonder if Wonder if I'm gonna live, gonna live All these threats that I get from my enemies Wonder why I keep a .40 right next to me Scared of niggas running in my vicinity I'ma be the killer, ain't no one killing me That's a better choice, like voting for Hillary Where I'm from, niggas don't give a fuck So we loadin' up and shootin' like documentary Numb to the core I don't wanna feel shit anymore I don't wanna feel rich anymore Know that they want me dead So I'm takin' meds until I fall on the floor I don't know who to call anymore I don't know what to call it anymore Tears fall like raindrops, but nah I don't wanna ball anymore Pick up the rock, score I pill pop some more Why? It numbs me inside I know it ain't right But it's part of the ride There ain't no place like home I wanna go back home I hate the world we know (oh, oh, oh) There ain't no place like home I wanna go back home I hate the world we know
Writer(s): Jarad A. Higgins, Danny Wolf, Subhaan Rahmaan, Othello Houston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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