Juice wrld type lyrics Pills to my face I, think I need a medic Depression, I’m going schizophrenic To all these drugs yeh, I’m feelin magnetic Smoke a fat blunt now I’m feelin poetic All these demons inside my head they won’t let me think free Getting so littly I don’t really know the real me But I’m tryna find out, tryna make it work The only thing stoppin me is the fucking perc Only thing I do is think about you You took my heart and stuck it like some glue Now I got it back n its coming in pieces you already know my drug use increases Pills to my face I, think I need a medic Depression, I’m going schizophrenic To all these drugs yeh, I’m feelin magnetic Smoke a fat blunt now I’m feelin poetic I don’t know where to go or what to do without you Sometimes we may fight but you really my boo I may not be right but I may not be wrong So I’m spitting all my pain on this fucking song All of these Emotions may get the best of me Shackled from these chains but I’m tryna break free Substances just quite down my brain Even when the sun shines I still feel the rain Takin ecstasy, smoking on the Mary Jane Getting so high like I’m on a fuckin plane Minding my own business yeh I’m staying in my lane Smoking all this dope so I don’t feel the pain Ima self made man I don’t need to hide my chain
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Swear u can talk on it and it’ll be hard
Juice wrld type lyrics
Pills to my face I, think I need a medic
Depression, I’m going schizophrenic
To all these drugs yeh, I’m feelin magnetic
Smoke a fat blunt now I’m feelin poetic
All these demons inside my head they won’t let me think free
Getting so littly I don’t really know the real me
But I’m tryna find out, tryna make it work
The only thing stoppin me is the fucking perc
Only thing I do is think about you
You took my heart and stuck it like some glue
Now I got it back n its coming in pieces
you already know my drug use increases
Pills to my face I, think I need a medic
Depression, I’m going schizophrenic
To all these drugs yeh, I’m feelin magnetic
Smoke a fat blunt now I’m feelin poetic
I don’t know where to go or what to do without you
Sometimes we may fight but you really my boo
I may not be right but I may not be wrong
So I’m spitting all my pain on this fucking song
All of these Emotions may get the best of me
Shackled from these chains but I’m tryna break free
Substances just quite down my brain
Even when the sun shines I still feel the rain
Takin ecstasy, smoking on the Mary Jane
Getting so high like I’m on a fuckin plane
Minding my own business yeh I’m staying in my lane
Smoking all this dope so I don’t feel the pain
Ima self made man I don’t need to hide my chain
Let me use dis bih
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