Correction Lyrics Deal With This Hurt (Rockstar In His Prime) [Studio Session] by Juice WRLD

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I'm a rockstar in his prime
If I take too many percs then I won't die
That don't make no sense, do it? Haha
If I take too many percs then I won't die
If I drink too much of this syrup then I won't fly

I'm a rockstar in his prime
Rockstar in his prime
Rockstar in his prime
Rockstar in his prime
Rockstar in his prime

If I take too many percs then I won't die
If I drink too much of this syrup then I'm gon' fly
I can't deal with this hurt on my own
I cannot deal with this hurt in my downtime
If I take too many percs then I won't die
If I drink too much of this syrup then I'm gon' fly
I can't deal with this hurt on my own
I can't deal with this hurt

Everything's just fine
Minus the fact I'm losing my mind
Timeless in fact, I know it's my time
Prime time, limelights

Tears on the Saint Laurent
Feel like punching a wall but I don't wanna break the watch
It was just a year ago, I was tellin' people watch
Thanking God, it was a part of the plot
It feel like part of me alive and part of me not
I'm tracing my steps, tryna see where this insanity started
I'm too high to talk right now, I'm sorry, beg my pardon
This not a trend, it's how I'ma deal with my demons regardless
Oh yeah, Devil pulling up a chair, he sittin' right over there
Tellin' me I should be scared, God in my f**kin' ear
Told me it's nothing to fear
I forgot to mention that the Devil tryna be my friend
Do you hear how confusing this is?
I was at the lowest of points, feelin' like callin' it quits
Ain't nobody understand, "You should be happy, n***a, you're rich," that's what everybody says
Anxiety is a ugly b*t*h, too ugly to comprehend
So I get high and f**k that b*t*h
Prayin' for the upper hand, I hope that He hear my prayers
Devil really want my soul, he gon' keep it in his lair
Me, I'm just gon’ keep a pole, paranoia in the air
Everybody gettin' killed, I won't be a part of it

Walk this way, baby, talk this way
Get this cash, I'ma count this cake
Got a pretty mouth, I'ma f**k yo face
If I go broke, back to pushing weight
Walk this way, baby talk this way
Get to the bag, and count that face
Shorty got a pretty mouth, I'ma f**k her face
If I go broke then it's back pushing weight, hey
All I know is get the cash, get the bag, all that
Got a choppa on my hip, I let it blast, fall back
f**k a bad b*t*h then kick her out, what you call that?
American Idol, she was trying out, ain't no call back
Every day I ball 'till I fell out, oh yeah
n***as talkin' stupid, I ain't want they ass in here
Red beam on the glizzy, shoot you down like a reindeer
With them red coats, I feel like I'm Paul Revere
Juice WRLD, it's Juice WRLD
I split this sh*t in two worlds, for your girl
I gave your b*t*h her own world, that's her world
She still live in Juice WRLD, in Juice WRLD, oh

Uh, catch me if you can
Choppa from a different country, that b*t*h from Iran
It's funny when I up it, them n***as said I ran
I never gave no f**k, I'm on my f**king sh*t again
Every day I get buckets, I just told your b*t*h to suck it
If you ain't talkin' 'bout money f**k it
I'm gon' go ahead and change the subject
Thinkin' nothin' of it, bake a n***a like a oven
Told this b*t*h I need some lovin'
After that she sucked it
Falling apart, falling apart
Prescription meds, all in my head
I'm so high, I don't know what I said
Misunderstood, that's understood
Just as I want, I do just as I should
Uh, numb, I don't ever wanna feel this numb
I don't ever wanna feel this old
Especially when I'm too damn, young
I feel too numb, I don't ever wanna feel this numb
I don't ever wanna feel this high
I don't wanna ever feel this stuck
I don't ever wanna feel f**ked up
But every day I'm getting too f**ked up

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