Blood On My Jeans Juice WRLD

Blood On My Jeans

Juice WRLD

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0:00 2:33
Stimmung Standard (E A D G B E)
Taktart 4/4
Tonart: D#m
Kapo:
6. Bund
Schlagmuster 1

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Songtext

[Intro]
Fmaj7
     Ah
        Am             G6
Damn, I tried to stop, oh
        Fmaj7
Baby, baby, baby, babe
    Am
You literally are my everything
G6
  Hah

[Chorus]
Fmaj7
     Baby, I been on the run
But I would never run from your love
Am
  If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
G6
  Not right there, just a little above
Fmaj7
     I value my relationship,
it's forever
But I've been cheatin' on the drugs
Am
  Broke up with codeine, need a new plug
G6
  Hit up Hot Rod, pints,
I need two of 'em
Fmaj7
     Huh, Drinkin' lean, huh
                   Am
Put Biscotti in my lungs,
I'm smokin' green
G6
  Chopper on me,
        Fmaj7
I don't talk, I just up the beam
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave
Am
  I ain't leave a clue on the scene
G6
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans

[Verse]
Fmaj7
Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean
                                       Am
Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green
                    G6
Still the blue face king
                                 Fmaj7
Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean
I know my haters hate to see me succeed
If they get the chance,
                         Am
they'll end up murderin' me
                             G6
That shit got me laughin', haha
                               Fmaj7
Kel Tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah
Fuck nigga, I'm your father
                       Am
Don't matter if you older
                          G6
They say age is just a number
                                Fmaj7
If that's the case, I'm way over
Than who? These niggas
And these bitches that think that they get it
Am
For a backstage pass,
she'll suck the dick
       G6
Bitch, I got a bitch,
better get you a ticket
Fmaj7
Walk through the night with my gun like a creep
On my shirt Maison Martin,
my shoes double C
        Am
I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe
G6
I ain't goin' nowhere,
I ain't gonna leave you
Fmaj7
     I ain't goin' nowhere,
I ain't gonna leave you
Am
  You stuck with me,
 G6
apologies for my fuckery

[Chorus]
Fmaj7
     Baby, I been on the run
But I would never run from your love
Am
  If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
G6
  Not right there, just a little above
Fmaj7
     I value my relationship,
it's forever
But I've been cheatin' on the drugs
Am
  Broke up with codeine, need a new plug
G6
  Hit up Hot Rod, pints,
I need two of 'em
Fmaj7
     Huh, Drinkin' lean, huh
                   Am
Put Biscotti in my lungs,
I'm smokin' green
G6
  Chopper on me,
        Fmaj7
I don't talk, I just up the beam
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave
Am
  I ain't leave a clue on the scene
G6
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans

[Outro]
| Fmaj7 | - | Am | G6 |
| Fmaj7 | - | Am | G6 |

[Fade Out]
| Fmaj7 | - | Am | G6 |

Takte

[Intro]
| Fmaj7 | - | Am | G6 |
| Fmaj7 | - | Am | G6 |

Ah
Damn, I tried to stop, oh
Baby, baby, baby, babe
You literally are my everything
Hah

[Chorus]
| Fmaj7 | - | Am | G6 |
| Fmaj7 | - | Am | G6 |
| Fmaj7 | - | Am | G6 |
| Fmaj7 | - | Am | G6 |

Baby, I 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
Broke up with codeine, need a new plug
Hit up Hot Rod, pints,
I need two of 'em
Huh, Drinkin' lean, huh
Put Biscotti in my lungs,
I'm smokin' green
Chopper on me,
I don't talk, I just up the beam
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave
I ain't leave a clue on the scene
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans

[Verse]
| Fmaj7 | - | Am | G6 |
| Fmaj7 | - | Am | G6 |
| Fmaj7 | - | Am | G6 |
| Fmaj7 | - | Am | G6 |
| Fmaj7 | - | Am | G6 |
| Fmaj7 | - | Am | G6 |

Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean
Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green
Still the 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
That shit got me laughin', haha
Kel Tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah
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 the dick
Bitch, I got a bitch,
better get you a ticket
Walk through the night with my gun like a creep
On 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 gonna leave you
I ain't goin' nowhere,
I ain't gonna leave you
You stuck with me,
apologies for my fuckery

[Chorus]
| Fmaj7 | - | Am | G6 |
| Fmaj7 | - | Am | G6 |
| Fmaj7 | - | Am | G6 |
| Fmaj7 | - | Am | G6 |

Baby, I 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
Broke up with codeine, need a new plug
Hit up Hot Rod, pints,
I need two of 'em
Huh, Drinkin' lean, huh
Put Biscotti in my lungs,
I'm smokin' green
Chopper on me,
I don't talk, I just up the beam
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave
I ain't leave a clue on the scene
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans

[Outro]
| Fmaj7 | - | Am | G6 |
| Fmaj7 | - | Am | G6 |

[Fade Out]
| Fmaj7 | - | Am | G6 |

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