Juice WRLD – Conversations Lyrics

Juice WRLD – Conversations Lyrics
Conversations
Juice WRLD
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    "Conversations." - Juice WRLD

    Album: Legends Never Die (5 Year Anniversary Edition)
    Track No: 02
    Oh my God, Ronny
    The devil hit my phone, he wanna talk
    But I'm not really up for conversations
    I can have my cake and eat it, too
    I just gotta make a reservation
    Chillin' in my head, but it's hot
    Flames everywhere, I see Satan
    Demons tryna run up in my spot a lot
    Really, really runnin' out of patience
    T-timing, timing, timing
    All about timing, timing, timing
    Sit back in my chair, relaxing and reclining
    He has not a care in the world, no, I'm lying
    Takin' all these meds to the face got me flying
    Takin' all these meds to the face got me dying
    Smoke till my mind frying, eyes red, high and crying
    Numb the pain with Oxy and Dior, yeah, pricey
    Juice like 2Pac Shakur, no ice tea
    Givenchy, Louis V, Double V, icy
    Wedding ring, better things, better half, wifey
    Only things numbing me from this hard life thing, uh, alright
    The devil hit my phone, he wanna talk
    But I'm not really up for conversations
    I can have my cake and eat it, too
    I just gotta make a reservation
    Chillin' in my head, but it's hot
    Flames everywhere, I see Satan
    Demons tryna run up in my spot a lot
    Really, really runnin' out of patience
    I'm waiting, waiting, waiting, sittin' up
    Waiting, waiting, waiting, contemplating
    My heart racing
    Feels like I'ma die every second of the day
    So I gotta get high
    Ain't no coming down, ain't no coming down, why?
    My anxiety bring me down, that's the fucking downside
    It's like every time I ball, I just end up off-sides
    This light of mine goes dim tonight
    Will I be alright?
    Let me guess, no answer, right?
    The devil hit my phone, he wanna talk
    But I'm not really up for conversations
    I can have my cake and eat it, too
    I just gotta make a reservation
    Chillin' in my head, but it's hot
    Flames everywhere, I see Satan
    Demons tryna run up in my spot a lot
    Really, really runnin' out of patience

    Writer(s): Gabriel Guerra, Jarad Higgins, Ronald Spence Jr. & Christian Monaco.

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