Lyrics On the Run (Blood on My Jeans) by Juice WRLD

[Juice WRLD]
Damn, I tried to stop, oh (Ooh)
Baby
(808 Mafia)
Baby (Baby), baby (Baby)

Baby (You literally are my everything, yeah)
Baby
(Gezin)
Ha (Baby)

[Juice WRLD]
Baby, I've been on the run (Yeah)
But I would never run from your love
If you feel on my dick (Yeah), there's a gun (Uh)
Not right there, just a little above (Uh)
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)
And them hot rod pockets I need two of 'em (Yeah)
Huh, lean (Yeah, yeah)
Put Biscotti in my lungs
I'm smokin' green
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam (Bow, bow, ba-ba-bow)

Huh, let my gun bust a nut then leave (Yeah)
I ain't leave a clue on the scene (Uh-uh)
Close range so I got blood on my jeans (Uh)

[Juice WRLD]
Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean (Uh-huh)
Bank rolled 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 (Uh-huh)
When they get the chance they'll end up murderin' me (Uh-huh)
This shit got me laughin', ha-ha (Ha-ha)
KelTec get to rappin', gra gra
Fuck nigga, I'm yo' father
Don't matter if you older
They say age is just a number

If that's the case I'm way older
Than who? These niggas (Uh-huh)
And these bitches that think that they get it (Uh-huh)
For a backstage pass she can suck a dick, bitch (Uh-huh)
I got a bitch better, get you a ticket (Uh-huh)
Walk through the night with my gun like a creep
But my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double C
I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe

[ Juice WRLD]
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 fuckery

[Juice WRLD]

Baby, I've been on the run (Yeah)
But I would never run from your love
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun (Yeah)
Not right there, just a little above (Uh)
I value my relationship, it's forever (Uh)
But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah)
Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (Yeah)
And them hot rod pockets I need two of 'em (Yeah)
Huh, lean
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 (Uh-uh)
Close range so I got blood on my jeans (Uh-huh)

[Gunna]
Turned into a murder, a scene

Sippin' codeine while I'm flown on a bean
Took some morphine but don't call me a fiend (Call me a fiend)
I ain't no bastard, my daddy a king (King)
Wu-Tang, we chasin' the C.R.E.A.M
Don't be a fool, it ain't not what it seems (Not what it seems)
??? been a flow through your stream (Yeah, yeah)
It's a guitar, let me play the strings (Strings)
I was at the bus stop, now I got a Bentley truck, Lamb' truck, Rolls Royce keys (Rolls Royce keys)
A driveway, a parking lot, uh-uh
Acres and acres, entire countries (Entire countries)
Finally got some paper, I'm paying my fees (Fees)
Young GunnaWunna keep a trick up my sleeve (My sleeve)
She like my persona, she don't want me to leave (Leave)

Keepin' it a hundred everyday when you need (Need)
She said "Boy, I love you and I pray you don't leave me" (Me)
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you

[ Juice WRLD]
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 fuckery

[Juice WRLD]
Baby, I've been on the run (Yeah)
But I would never run from your love (Yeah)
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun (Yeah)
Not right there, just a little above (Uh)
I value my relationship, it's forever (Uh)

But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah)
Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (Yeah)
And them hot rod pockets I need two of 'em (Yeah)
Huh, lean
Put Biscotti in my lungs
I'm smokin' green
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam (Bow)
Huh, let my gun bust a nut then leave (Yeah)
I ain't leave a clue on the scene (Uh-uh)
Close range so I got blood on my jeans (Uh-huh)