In this emotive piece by Juice WRLD, the artist delves into the complex interplay between love, addiction, and personal struggles. The lyrics reflect a candid acknowledgment of a troubled lifestyle, highlighted by references to drug use and a readiness for violence. Despite this chaotic backdrop, there exists a steadfast commitment to a significant other, portrayed as a source of grounding amidst turmoil. Juice WRLD juxtaposes the fleeting pleasure of substances with the enduring value he places on relationships, revealing an internal conflict and desire for stability. The recurring imagery of "blood on my jeans" underscores the consequences of a lifestyle marked by risk and conflict. Ultimately, the song encapsulates Juice WRLD's struggle for redemption amidst his demons, portraying a raw vulnerability and a deep yearning for lasting connection and loyalty in the face of adversity.
Blood On My Jeans
Lyrics
Damn, I tried to stop, oh
Baby (808 Mafia)
Baby (baby), baby (baby)
Baby (you literally are my everything)
(Baby) (Gezin)
Yeah (baby)
Baby, I've been on the run (yeah, yeah)
But I would never run from your love (yeah, yeah)
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun (yeah)
Not right there, just a little above (above)
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)
Hit up Hot Rod, pints, I need two of 'em (yeah)
Huh, yeah, lean, huh
Put Biscotti in my lungs
I'm smokin' green, huh
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
Let my gun bust a nut then leave (yeah)
I ain't leave a clue on the scene
Close range so I got blood on my jeans
Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean
Bank rolled up, I been swimmin' in green, ayy
Still a blue face king
Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean
I know my haters hate to see me succeed
If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me
This shit got me laughin', ha-ha
Kel-Tec get to rappin', gra gra
Fuck nigga, I'm your father
Don't matter if you older
They say age is just a number
If that's the case I'm way over
Than who? (These niggas)
And these bitches that think that they get it
For a backstage pass she'll suck a dick, bitch
I got a bitch, better get you a ticket
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
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 all my fuckery
Baby, I've been on the run
But I would never run from your love
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
Not right there, just a little above
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)
Hit up Hot Rod, pints, I need two of 'em (yeah)
Huh, yeah, lean, huh
Put Biscotti in my lungs
I'm smokin' green, huh
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
Let my gun bust a nut then leave (yeah)
I ain't leave a clue on the scene
Close range so I got blood on my jeans
Writer(s): Jarad Higgins, Arijan Vujica, Max Lord, Filip Gezin
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC, Sentric Music
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