Correction Lyrics 7.3.4. (Think Too Much) [Full Studio Session] by Juice WRLD

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Off-White on the G-Fazo's
Her love's dead, think it needs a halo
I'm in my head, damn it, I think too much
Now I'm getting tear stains on the bankrolls
Bro said, "if she wanna leave, I should let go"
Heart saying, "If she leave, we're going with her, let's go,"
I don't wanna let go, girl from 7.3.4

Time, time heals all wounds
But time can leave the nastiest scars
This happened too soon
I'm starting to think that I don't know who ya' are
Pills get popped as your love gets stopped
You just sit and watch as I wheeze and cough
I can't breathe at all, I can't breathе it off
I can't breathe with all the pain involvеd

In the studio, getting high with the bros
Eyes get big when I see you texting my phone
Codependent, yeah, I hate being alone
And everyone knows
Now I got to deal with this rain again
The same rain that you made go away
Now I gotta deal with this heart-throbbin' pain again
The pain feel like it never go away
Girl, never say you can't forgive me for my mistakes
You do things to make me ache, but I love you so much
I'll wait for however long it takes

I walk alone in the end
I know we're better off enemies
You thought I was gonna say friends?
b*t*h, you gotta be f**kin' kiddin' me
I put my foot inside the industry
You cut my heart just like a menstrual bleed
But I ain't never been a pu**y you see (Huh)
I was only half the pu**y you see
I been balling like a rookie you see
What I'm smoking on is that cookie OG
Ayy, huh, I'm as high as can be
Fly as can be, sad as can be, mad as can be
Pull up, shooting on they ass, that's just me, huh
Ball like CP-3, that is just me, uhh
f**king that b*t*h from that back as we speak, uhh
You don't like me (huh), that's incomplete, uhh
Without you here, my life's incomplete
I tell you to stay, you say you gone leave
I try to book your ticket, you take the phone away from me

Three days, all pills, no food
My life, no love, no you

That's real, three days, no food, all pills
No one cares how I feel
It's all about makin' dollar bills, so I feel it
Straight pills, no food for the last three days
How am I alive? I bet you're amazed
You say life's a book, go and turn a page
You say that it's over, walk out in a rage
You swing you miss, I won't hit back
I blow a kiss, you won't kiss back
I don't play roles, but I know how to act, then that's a fact
Know what happens after that?
I know you hate it when I backtrack
I'm lying 'cause I'm scared of the truth, yeah
But you still know the truth, yeah (yeah!)

Big homie told me that I shouldn't in the first place
You came in my life and shook it like an earthquake
f**k your earthquake, I got a choppa that'll make the f**kin' earth shake, yeah
Take pills, chase thrills
f**k fake sh*t, get real
What's the haps? What's the deal?
Shoot and craps, I'm gamblin' still
I don't think your good enough to be an ex
Hope you cry when you see my drivin' in an X
If you wanna call, I may respond with a text
Feel like Terry Crews, b*t*h, 'cause ya' I'm finna flex
Even though it hurts, I'ma still make the money go
Pull up on the scene knock 'em down (Huh), Dominos
Speaking of these bad hoes, I got a few of those
Ayy, .40 give a n***a kiss, mistletoe
You told me that everything was the same
You told me that it wouldn't be different
But you told me that I was different
And I listened, I listened, lookin' at the other guys as competition
I get it, yeah, I admit it, yeah
Wish I never ever took you home and hit it, yeah
Wished I popped a Xanny and forget it, yeah
These hoes will f**k your head up, then f**k your bread up
Bro told keep my head up, he say I'm next up
He said I'm on ... [?], yeah
I'm the king and this b*t*h better bow down
I won't walk, I'ma just run the damn town
Not no bartender but my gun got rounds
f**k n***a, calm down
I got on me right now
He tried swing on me, took everything, had knock the lights out
I've been ballin' hard, I'm super crazy with this white-out
I remember rollin' swishers rollin' white-outs
Now I got the off-white, lights out

You're not a clout chaser, just a heart-breaker
Mind eraser, not real, you a faker
Watch me ball on you super hard like a Laker
Watch me go back and f**k your friends, I'm a player
I don't wanna do it, but I may have to
I made a mistake when I came and I grabbed you
Cupid in the cut, he got the knife, he stabbed you
I should've picked it up and jabbed too
Cold blood in your veins
Cold blood in your veins
No shame in your game, no change
So heartbroken, that I threw up
Now I'm looking for a dirty cup
Yeah, a double cup, two hoes gotta double up
That still ain't enough without you it's just not enough
It's to the point where you're givin' up
Yeah, yeah, it's about that time to the point where you're givin' up
Yeah, yeah, It's about that time
New York, back to LA, I'm stuck inside my ways
G-Money hold the money straight, yeah
G-Money know these b*t*hes fake, yeah
You run-up, then you catch a K, yeah
G-Money say he keep it, ayy, yeah we keep it, ayy
This my money sh*t, this is not a game
These hoes will f**k your head up, then f**k your bread up
Lately, I've been fed up, b*t*h got me messed up
Yeah, I had to fess-up, made a confession
I say do you wanna leave? Made a suggestion
But you ain't have to take it, another one bites the dust
Another heart I would love
Another girl out to lust
I'm just another sad boy when I'm off the drugs
Another call to the plug
I need a 80 Wockhardt, that's love
I need a pound of OG, that's love
But she's not love
I remember where we first met, yeah
Hollywood hotels was the first place
I remember where we first met, yeah
You weren't tryna' lemme nail on the first bae
Hoes come and hoes leave
She said "she love me," I said, "b*t*h, hoe, please"
You know you can't hoe me
No more cuffin', b*t*hes, I am not the police
Now it's 'bout the money
Take your shoes off, lil' b*t*h, no, you can't run me
Huh, you can't run me
I don't know what's gotten into me
This b*t*h was really f**kin' me up mentally
I really thought that this sh*t was meant to be
Y'all don't know what this sh*ts meant to me
Now I'm gon' f**k this b*t*h up instrumentally
Three days, all pills, no food
It's just my love, my heart, but no you
You see, I thought I was bulletproof
Until Cupid started slidin' through
Yeah, then you made your move, I didn't have a clue
That I would end up on misery avenue, yeah, yeah
You gon' help me ease the pain, now you should end the pain

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