Juice WRLD - Lost Cause lyrics

Mmh ayy
Uh huh, huh huh, huh huh

She a lost cause, lost cause, lost cause
Lost cause
Alone I ball, I ball, I ball, I ball
Just a lost cause, lost cause, lost cause
Lost cause
Alone I ball, I ball, I ball, I ball

VVS jewels might blind your eyeballs
Fucking Yesjulz, yeah, she's a bad one (ayy)
Drop her like acid
Fuckin' on a white bitch from the past tense
(ayy) niggas made outta plastic (uh)
40 hit his walls, hit his plaster (ayy)
I don't got no pops, I'm a bastard (ayy)
You don't make sense
(uh) like saying rich backwards
Good kush (ayy) put it in the Backwoods
Good poles
(uh) run up it'll be no good, I know (uh)
She know my heart colder than the North Pole
(uh) so she know lovin' me is
A lost cause, lost causе, lost cause
Mmh mmh I ball, lost cause, lost cause (yеah)

She a lost cause, lost cause, lost cause
Lost cause
Alone I ball, I ball, I ball, I ball
Just a lost cause, lost cause, lost cause
Lost cause
Alone I ball, I ball, I ball, I ball

Ayy, she a trife wife, why you save her?
(hmm)
I don't got time, dealin' with these haters
(uh)
Choppa make you dance, make you percolate up
(huh) she gon' suck me now
She gon' twerk it later (huh)
She say she do anything for the paper (uh)
Don't listen to rumors or the allegations
She told me go to hell, bitch
I'm here waitin' bitch, I been Satan
Bitch, I been gettin' cash
Niggas been playin'
Bitch, I been dyed my hair, bitch
I been Saiyan
Bitch, I been, been the man, bitch
I been with the bands
Bitch, I been off the Xans (yeah)
Choppa on me, bitch, I been Afghanistan

She a lost cause, lost cause, lost cause
Lost cause
Alone I ball, I ball, I ball, I ball

She a lost cause, lost cause, lost cause
Lost cause
Alone I ball, I ball, I ball, I ball
Just a lost cause, lost cause, lost cause
Lost cause
Alone I ball, I ball, I ball, I ball (ayy uh)

They got me on Fader 40 wit a laser
That bitch for the haters
Hatin' on the paper i don't do the tasers
I don't do the tasers
Tell my own story, nigga I'm a narrator
I be high as hell
Bitch I'm outta your reach
Your boyfriend be tryna ball
I'm outta' his league (uh)
You don't want no smoke
You know I keep it on me (uh)
I don't need no friends
I'm rich by my lonely (ayy)
And your homies not really your homies (ayy)
See your homies they really be police (ayy)
Yea' your homies not really your homies
(ayy)
See your homies they really be police (ayy)

I don't fuck wit 'em (uh)
One thing I never been was a fuck nigga (huh)
After I got my cash up
I'm screaming fuck niggas (uh)
I don't fuck wit 'em
Choppa in the trunk it heat 'em up
Microwave dinner

She a lost cause, lost cause, lost cause
Lost cause
Alone I ball, I ball, I ball, I ball
Just a lost cause, lost cause, lost cause
Lost cause
Alone I ball, I ball, I ball, I ball