Friends Die Fuck Up Out Your Feelings song by Juice WRLD from Primary Album Lost-in-the-abyss. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Cloud Rap, Emo Rap, Trap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Friends Die Fuck Up Out Your Feelings Meaning
| [[Intro] “Ayy, turn the music up for me, Chris!” Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah I found my closure, lost my composure High ’til it’s over, ain’t over ’til it’s over [Chorus] Count the winnings (Huh, yeah), fuck up out your feelings (Yeah) Get to the millions (Huh, yeah), fuck up out your feelings (Yeah) Dawg these bitches (Huh, ya dig), fuck up out your feelings (Yeah) And don’t forget to get high (Huh), live life with no ceilings (Yeah) Getting high to get by, watch my friends die (Uh, huh) See ’em in the distance (Damn), you gotta be kidding (Damn) Getting high to get by, watch my friends die (Huh) See ’em in the distance (Damn), you gotta be kidding (Uh) [Verse 1] The world’s gettin’ colder, friends die young Don’t believe in older, they all die young My heartbeat is slower, codeine sipper No, I’m not a poser, I’m a power tripper Yeah, I got so high that I ain’t never come back Yeah, I ran the train to get her on the right track, yeah That’s your bitch? Nigga, how do you like that? Don’t worry ’bout it, we’ll send her right back , [Pre-Chorus] (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Woah, woah, woah, just got that colder The world on my shoulders I’ll keep my composure Just to find some closure [Chorus] Count the winnings (Huh, yeah), fuck about your feelings (Yeah) Get to the millions (Huh, yeah), fuck about your feelings (Yeah) Dawg these bitches (Huh, ya dig), fuck about your feelings (Yeah) And don’t forget to get high (Huh), live life with no ceilings (Yeah) Getting high to get by, watch my friends die (Uh, huh) See ’em in the distance (Damn), you gotta be kidding (Damn) Getting high to get by, watch my friends die (Huh) See ’em in the distance (Damn), you gotta be kidding (Uh) [Verse 2] Yeah, this gon’ be a hard pill to swallow But you may not live to see tomorrow So don’t just sit here in your sorrows Look for some happiness, here, you could borrow some And here goes some Codeine, it cost a car note Don’t sip it and drive, you’ll crash the Murciélago Then you may die before sunrise That mean you ain’t live to see tomorrow, I said so , [Pre-Chorus] (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Woah, woah, woah, just got that colder The world on my shoulders I’ll keep my composure Just to find some closure [Chorus] Count the winnings (Huh, yeah), fuck about your feelings (Yeah) Get to the millions (Huh, yeah), fuck about your feelings (Yeah) Dawg these bitches (Huh, ya dig), fuck about your feelings (Yeah) And don’t forget to get high (Huh), live life with no ceilings (Yeah) Getting high to get by, watch my friends die (Uh, huh) See ’em in the distance (Damn), you gotta be kidding (Damn) Getting high to get by, watch my friends die (Huh) See ’em in the distance (Damn), you gotta be kidding (Uh)] |
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