Juice WRLD

Blood On My Jeans

Juice WRLD

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Blood On My Jeans

	  		 
Intro A 

         C#m 
Damn, I tried to stop 
B 
Oh baby 
   A 
Baby (baby) 
A 
Baby 
C#m 
Babe (you literally are my everything) 
B 

Refrão 

A 
    Baby, I've been on the run  
A 
    But I would never run from your love 
C#m 
    If you feel on my dick, there's a gun 
 B 
    Not right there, just a little above 
A                                    A 
   I value my relationship, it's forever 

 But I've been cheatin' on the drugs 
C#m 
    Broke up with codeine, need a new plug 
  B 
    Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em 
A 
    Huh, lean 
A 
   Huh, Put Biscotti in my 
C#m 
Lungs, I'm smokin' green 
B 
   Chopper on  me, I don't 
A 
Talk, I just up the beam 
A 
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave 
C#m 
(Yeah)I ain't leave a clue on the scene 
B 
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans 

Primeira Parte 

A 
Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean 
A 
Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green 

( C#m ) 

                  B 
Still a blue face king 
                                  A 
Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean 
                                    A 
I know my haters hate to see me succeed 
                                                 C#m 
If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me 
                              B 
That shit got me laughin', haha 
                                  A 
Kel-tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah 
                         A 
Fuck nigga, I'm your father 
                       C#m 
Don't matter if you older 
                       B 
They say age is just a number 
                              A 
If that's the case, I'm way over 
                       A 
Than who? These niggas 

And these bitches that think that they get it 
C#m 
For a backstage pass, she'll suck the dick 
       B 
Bitch, I got a bitch, better get you a ticket 
A 
Walk through the night with my gun like a creep 
       A 
On my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-C 
        C#m 
I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe 
B 
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you 
A 
 (Ayy, ayy, ayy) 
A 
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you 
C#m 
    You stuck with me 
       B 
 Apologies for my fuckery 

Refrão 

A 
    Baby, I've been on the run  
A 
    But I would never run from your love 
C#m 
    If you feel on my dick, there's a gun 
 B 
    Not right there, just a little above 
A                                    A 
   I value my relationship, it's forever 

 But I've been cheatin' on the drugs 
C#m 
    Broke up with codeine, need a new plug 
  B 
    Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em 
A 
    Huh, lean 
A 
   Huh, Put Biscotti in my 
C#m 
Lungs, I'm smokin' green 
B 
   Chopper on  me, I don't 
A 
Talk, I just up the beam 
A 
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave 
C#m 
(Yeah)I ain't leave a clue on the scene 
B 
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans 

Final A  C#m  B 
        A  C#m  B 
        A  C#m  B 
        A  C#m  B 
		  

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