Juice WRLD - Cry lyrics
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Juice WRLD - Cry lyrics]
Arrow take me to space m-m-m-mmm
Choppa' got him rolling like Rolling Loud
Smoking all that loud
I can't hear but that shit still loud
Gotta bring that choppa, my souvenir
Run up on me imma' gun you down
Told the bitch she gon' have to Uber here
Heartbreak isn't allowed
Not that hate allowed
I'm smoking on that loud
It ain't that hard for
You to understand baby
Don't make me break it all down
Like living that hard life
I gotta' keep my money right
Everybody got a relationship like where
The fuck is mine? I'm losing my mind
I'm running out of time
I gotta' get it right
She look me in my eyes, told me lies
That shit made me cry
Burying all my problems and they
Come right back alive she got me like ooooh
Got me saying I love you tooooo
I'm losing my cooool i look like a fooooool
They take you the world is ours
Drunk driving foreign cars
Run up on me get sparked
Bustdown on my wrist crazy art
I'm living like he got a Glock
I got a rifle
Her body shaped like a Coke bottle
Let me hit it full throttle
He flexing on the Gram' my wrist subzero
Shout out to all my people
(the people that stay close)
I'm ballin' on these niggas like d-rose
My choppa' don't gotta' reload
Shooters like a
Getting you stitched like Lilo she got a
That shit lethal
I'm shootin through all the people
But my love for you (is unbelievable)
Woahhhhhhh
Choppa' got him rolling like Rolling Loud
Smoking all that loud
I can't hear but that shit still loud
Gotta bring that choppa, my souvenir
Run up on me imma' gun you down
Told the bitch she gon' have to Uber here
Heartbreak isn't allowed
Choppa' got him rolling like Rolling Loud
Smoking all that loud
I can't hear but that shit still loud
Gotta bring that choppa, my souvenir
Run up on me imma' gun you down
Told the bitch she gon' have to Uber here
Heartbreak isn't allowed
Not that hate allowed
I'm smoking on that loud
It ain't that hard for
You to understand baby
Don't make me break it all down
Like living that hard life
I gotta' keep my money right
Everybody got a relationship like where
The fuck is mine? I'm losing my mind
I'm running out of time
I gotta' get it right
She look me in my eyes, told me lies
That shit made me cry
Burying all my problems and they
Come right back alive she got me like ooooh
Got me saying I love you tooooo
I'm losing my cooool i look like a fooooool
They take you the world is ours
Drunk driving foreign cars
Run up on me get sparked
Bustdown on my wrist crazy art
I'm living like he got a Glock
I got a rifle
Her body shaped like a Coke bottle
Let me hit it full throttle
He flexing on the Gram' my wrist subzero
Shout out to all my people
(the people that stay close)
I'm ballin' on these niggas like d-rose
My choppa' don't gotta' reload
Shooters like a
Getting you stitched like Lilo she got a
That shit lethal
I'm shootin through all the people
But my love for you (is unbelievable)
Woahhhhhhh
Choppa' got him rolling like Rolling Loud
Smoking all that loud
I can't hear but that shit still loud
Gotta bring that choppa, my souvenir
Run up on me imma' gun you down
Told the bitch she gon' have to Uber here
Heartbreak isn't allowed