Juice WRLD – 10 Feet Lyrics

10 Feet

Juice WRLD

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"10 Feet." - Juice WRLD

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 06:49 pm

Album: Death Race For Love (Bonus Track Version)

Track No: 19

Uh, I don't wanna try, but
Uh, acidic, a bunch of bad habits with bad magic
I can't disappear and re-appear in the same sentence, I'm bad at it
The Mad Hatter, the Perc-packer, the mom-thrasher
The purp mixed with the syrup turn me into a contractor
A straight tweak, so high, I can't speak
Been three weeks, I still haven't met my peak
Like I could be someone other than myself
Like I could find a little heaven up in my hell
Yeah, I know it never, ever end well
Yeah, I know I always fall victim to a wish spell, uh
Like abracadabra
The flow so raw, forgot to grab Magnums
Been raw-dogging bitches ever since I went platinum
I feel like hell full of bad bitches
Wonder if it's room in heaven for savages
My life's a canvas, I'm painting in blood like a cannibal
Rip off his head and I salvage it
Huh, a little too graphic
At least you **** know that I still got the passion
Of someone who don't got shit, but the clothes on they back
And it's been that way since way back since
Like I'm a killer or something
These **** lip-syncing like Milli Vanilli or something
I'm like Lil Wayne, I got a Milli-Milli-Milli or something
I guess I'm rich in broke pockets, bountiful
My soul's, empty, so deep, 10 feet
Times 10 feet
Fuck love, it's gon' take more to convince me
That you with me
And not against me
Where I'm from, we load it up
Pop out and turn **** into mince meat

Writer(s): Jarad Higgins, Arin Ray & Corey Dean.

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