Under Her Skin Lyrics – Juice WRLD
Singer: Juice WRLD
Title: Under Her Skin
Oh, hope my lullabies get under her skin
Like the itch from the Percs on a binge
She ballin’ out her eyes from the bench
She tell me that she’ll never play love games again
Woah, my lullabies get under her skin
Like the itch from the Percs on a binge
Oh, she’s ballin’ her eyes out from the bench
She don’t got no choice, she resorts to the
Benzos, every day she live and die for benzos
New drug dealer, what’s his info?
Her plus heartbreak equals Xans
Need a new equation, she gon’ die tryna do the math
Suicidal tendencies, she hopin’ that they end it fast
Fentanyl in a Fendi bag, she don’t even smoke the gas
She been sleep for three days, cuttin’ up, missin’ class
Teacher called, asked, “What’s wrong?”
Slurrin’ back, you say “He gone”
Runnin’ out of downers, you look down at your dresser
You see a 8 ball of all pure Colombian pleasure
It was left by that dude you tried to f#ck to forget me
You snort a line and rail a Perc to see which one is better
Walkin’ ’round in your mind pickin’ up my belongings
I got a lot of sh#t here, it’s been takin’ forever
Walkin’ ’round in your heart with some fuel and some fire
The same fire tatted on me heart destroyer forever, goodbye
Hope my lullabies get under her skin
Like the itch from the Percs on a binge
She ballin’ out her eyes from the bench
She tell me that she’ll never play love games again
Woah, my lullabies get under her skin
Like the itch from the Percs on a binge
Oh, she ballin’ her eyes out from the bench
She don’t got no choice, she resorts to the
Gossip, always in my business
Wonderin’ what I’m sippin’, and how I’m livin’
A lot of things are different, you not bein’ here is what I was missin’
Feel like I’m in a heaven house, still pour up in a Hell’s Kitchen
In Chicago makin’ heartbreak songs, eatin’ on some Hell’s Chicken
Miami callin’ me, oh-oh, them calls I’m missin’
I’m callin’ the ambulance, oh-oh, the thought of you was sickenin’, sickenin’, sickenin’
Trippin’, sip-sippin’, 3-6 in a cup like it’s Memphis
Oh I’m drippin’, new girl got hoes, she pimpin’
We got hoes, we share ’em, get it?
Make her eat you out, b#tch, get it?
This ho think she been on my mind, quit it
Unlike her, I know how to mind business
Oh-oh-oh, lullabies in your dome
Spread insanity through your soul
Rock-a-bye baby, are you ready to die?
Hope my lullabies get under her skin
Like the itch from the Percs on a binge
She ballin’ out her eyes from the bench
She tell me that she’ll never play love games again
Woah, my lullabies get under her skin
Like the itch from the Percs on a binge
Oh, she ballin’ her eyes out from the bench
She don’t got no choice, she resorts to the
Oh-oh-oh, lullabies in your dome spread insanity through your soul
Rock-a-bye baby, are you ready to die?
Lullabies in your dome spread insanity through your soul
Rock-a-bye baby, are you ready to die?
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