Juice WRLD - From Afar lyrics

I put Margielas, Chanel
On a irrelevant bitches hit her to tell on
Me, I ain't do nothin', nothin', nothin'
I ain't do nothin', nothin'

Shorty be watchin' me
Watchin' her from afar
Lace up the Margielas and
Walk through her heart
Bought a Rolls-Royce truck
Let's fuck in my car
Hope you realize that you stuck in my arms
Ball out for you, a point guard
Both our passes left us too scarred
We were in car crashes
Racin' through hearts oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Pour the codeine bottle out 'til it's empty
Sip too much lean
I'm startin' to feel empty
I'ma do my thing, purple, not green
Blue face king, hundreds to the ceiling
Bullets hit your chest like kong, not king
Smoke until I look Hong Kong, chong, ching
Bruce Lee
So much ice on my wrist dawg, like an injury
Niggas thought they had to cut it off
No surgery niggas ain't know shit, dawg
Used to bark on the block, now a nigga rich
Dawg
Me and bro run around, lookin' for a lick
Dawg
This is it, get stitched up for the bricks
Had to Lilo it

Shorty be watchin' me
Watchin' her from afar
Lace up the Margielas and
Walk through her heart
Bought a Rolls-Royce truck
Let's fuck in my car
Hope you realize that you stuck in my arms
Ball out for you, a point guard
Both our passes left us too scarred
We were in car crashes
Racin' through hearts oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Pockets on dummy, so is my heart
Guess I'm a target, so is my heart
Cupid shot me everywhere
Don't know where to start it wasn't Cupid
It was Satan tryna to play his part
But I disregard, baby
For you, I go hard, baby
For you, I will march a million yards, baby
Ain't fallin' apart, baby
I put you in charge of rollin' the gas, baby
And doin' the dash, baby
You ride me so fast, like an S-Class Mercedes
Look at the love and the money I'm makin'
I put Margielas, Chanel
On a irrelevant bitches
Hit her to tell on me, I ain't do nothin'
I ain't do nothin'
I'm changing the subject
It's back to this money
I'm keepin' it comin'

Shorty be watchin' me
Watchin' her from afar
Lace up the Margielas and
Walk through her heart
Bought a Rolls-Royce truck
Let's fuck in my car
Hope you realize that you stuck in my arms
Ball out for you, a point guard
Both our passes left us too scarred
We were in car crashes
Racin' through hearts oh, oh, oh, oh, oh