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billy idol (session edit) - juice wrld lyrics

[intro]
uh, uh, mhm
freestyle sh*t
cobaine
alright, look

[verse 1]
ah, ah
billy idol with that rebel yell (yeah)
told that b*tch that she could go to h*ll (h*ll, yeah)
matter fact, maybe we can meet there
i got demons, do you wanna meet them?
i got k!llers, you will never see them, yeah
but if you see them, it’s over
.40 on me while i’m wearin’ a choker
pullin’ n*ggas cards like poker
i guess i’m an imposer
she can call me everything but sober
matter fact, b*tch, just call me over
[chorus]
her name mary jane, but she loves cocaine
getting so high that i can’t maintain
i spilt a perc 30 with my new main thing
bet you never had a perc b*tch give you brain
ball so hard, feel like lebron in the rims
transform, feel like megatron in that thing
i’m a little high, but i’m okay
i’m a little high, but i’m okay

[verse 2]
i’m a little high, i’m not okay
you’ve been on my brain like all d*mn day
love song, hate song, the same thing
no lou, baby, i ball like dank
my heart hurt, all day, haven’t taken percocets, all day
i ain’t even last a whole day, uh, 30, i’m—
californication with your b*tch out the vacay
runnin’ into her ‘cuz i know that’s the safe place

[chorus]
her name mary jane, but she loves cocaine
getting so high that i can’t maintain
i spilt a perc 30 with my new main thing
bet you never had a perc b*tch give you brain
ball so hard, feel like lebron in the rims
transform, feel like megatron in that thing
i’m a little high, but i’m okay
i’m a little high, but i’m okay
[verse 3]
get so high that i see two faces
all white in the b*tch, no racist
ball harder than a b*tch, no, ayy—
presidential brain for that b*tch, sarah palin
you can’t judge your n*ggas, you don’t have a bailiff
dye my hair, i’m turning, not no super saiyan
fell in love in the club, then fell out
pop a molly in the club, then fell out
she tell me that i mean, i guess that’s the perky in me
she dancing for the team
told her that she got a twerk for free
my employer told me that i work for free
i don’t know where that b*tch gon’ work for me
yeah, on the scene, off a bean, yaddeling
fell in love with codeine in a dream
split out eight of shrooms, then i took a perk
we got suited for mindsets, we make it work
hit a strip club, then she make it twerk
i ain’t a reject, but i’m a jerk
.40 go hard, make it jerk
fire off like i’m a boss, i make it work
please don’t get involved with the boss moves
you really running up on a f*cking wrong dude
i remember they was hatin’ back at high school
now they on my phone, telling me “i’m too cool”
slimes on my line, telling me i’m too bool
that’s bull, oh, ooh
f*ck that b*tch to john lennon, with versace on my lennins
poppin’ shrooms, he’s power trippin’
i got double, double vision
why these n*ggas sound like b*tches?
why these b*tches steady trippin’?
get the f*ck up out your feelings
tell me, baby, what you feelin’?
molly f*ck up her concealer
they say the beauty is in the eye of the—
she telling me “that the drugs too strong”
told her “drugs finna take me home”
girls, so don’t hit my phone
ball so hard, karl malone

oh, oh, oh, i ball alone
i didn’t get involved with the wrong ones
i didn’t make love off the wrong drugs
i’m an outlet to the wrong plugs
in the strip club, i get more love
but with my love life, i get no love
put it in her nose, she like “more drugs”
i get so high that i may fall out
but when i wake up, i’ma still ball out
go to work, tell that b*tch to call out
how your n*gga ballin’ when he outta bounds?
money counter music like i can’t count
when this broker n*gga still count it out
ballin’ like i’m in the major league
stupid b*tch, now you can’t f*ck with me
she try to kick it, this is not a soccer team
got away with words, i feel like i’m socrates
she not from here, that b*tch speakin’ j*panese
don’t understand, too busy speakin’ guapanese
she toppin’ me—
she toppin’ me inside a lamborghini seat
i’m not from miami, b*tch, but i come with the heat
say you wanna fight, but you won’t see me in the streets
don’t worry, there’ll be someone there to stand in for me
[bridge]
i fell in love with a demon last night
hotel room startin’ to look like h*ll
she saw my past in my eyes, i said “d*mn, b*tch, you know me well”

[verse 4]
oh, this is heavy bag
foreign whip to match the b*tch, cuz i’m foreign
i need a foreign b*tch, american hoes are boring, girl, i’m sparring
i’m michael jordan, and i’m scoring
i’m john lennon with the touring
i went to europe just to buy a pair of pants
went to the strip club and made her dirty dance
i got so much money, they call me dirty dan
that choppa’ heat ’em up and give his ass a 10
i only f*ck her if she a 10
how you ballin’ but you ain’t a real—

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