Lyrics Blood On My Jeans by Juice WRLD

Damn, I tried to stop, oh
Baby (808 Mafia), baby (Baby), baby (Baby), babe
You literally are my everything (Baby, Gezin)
Hah (Baby)

Baby, I been on the run (Yeah)
But I would never run from your love (Yeah, uh-uh)
If you feel on my d**k, there's a gun (Yeah, uh-huh)
Not right there, just a little above
I value my relationship, it's forever
But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah)
Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (Yeah)
Hit up Hot Rod, pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah)
Huh, (Drinkin') lean, huh
Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then lеave (Yeah)
I ain't leavе a clue on the scene (Uh-uh)
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans (Uh)

Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean (Uh-uh)
Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green (Uh-huh)
Still the blue face king
Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean (Let's go)
I know my haters hate to see me succeed
If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me
That sh*t got me laughin', haha
Kel-Tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah
f**k n***a, I'm your father
Don't matter if you older
They say age is just a number
If that's the case, I'm way over
Than who? These n***as (Uh-huh)
And these b*t*hes that think that they get it (Uh-huh)
For a backstage pass, she'll suck the d**k (Uh-huh)
b*t*h, I got a b*t*h, better get you a ticket (Uh-huh)
Walk through the night with my gun like a creep
On my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-C
I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
You stuck with me, apologies for my f**kery

Baby, I been on the run
But I would never run from your love
If you feel on my d**k, there's a gun
Not right there, just a little above
I value my relationship, it's forever
But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah)
Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (Yeah)
Hit up Hot Rod, pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah)
Huh, (Drinkin') lean, huh
Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (Yeah)
I ain't leave a clue on the scene
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans

I ain't leave a clue on the scene
Close range so I got blood on my jeans, ayy
I shot a n***a in the club, double cup next to me I got his blood in my lean, uh
Choppa on me with a beam
Freddy Krueger, show up in your dreams, uh
Things ain't not what they seem, uh
Shorty wanna ball on the team
b*t*h I'm the best freestyler off the top
Got a b*t*h in the crib she been giving me top
Everyday b*t*h, I'ma count up the guap
Run up on me just like a zit, n***a get popped
I'm on the block with my n***as with choppas
I'm gettin' this money so I had to move
I'm in the ‘burbs with my mama
I bought her a mansion a house and a dog, it's cool
I don't give a f**k bout you just me, yeah, ayy
You know how it be, ayy
And
Wait

I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
You stuck with me, apologies for my f**kery

Baby, I been on the run
But I would never run from your love
If you feel on my d**k, there's a gun
Not right there, just a little above
I value my relationship, it's forever
But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah)
Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (Yeah)
Hit up Hot Rod, pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah)
Huh, (Drinkin') lean, huh
Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (Yeah)
I ain't leave a clue on the scene
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans