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Juice Wrld - Aint Livin Right Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
I need therapy, wanna retail today and spend thousands, ayy
I'ma get my head cloudy, don’t wanna have a memory of anything (I'm not goin' anywhere, Nikko)
(You’ll fly too)
Ayy

[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Future]
Put away your problems (Tryna put away my problem)
I don't sell drugs, I cop 'em (I got drugs, can I cop?)
I be livin' life all wrong (I be livin' life wrong)
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin’ right, yeah
I ain’t livin' right, uh, I ain’t livin' right, yeah
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain’t livin' right, yeah
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah, oh

[Verse 1: Gunna]
I ain't livin' right (Nah)
We from different sides (Sides)
I done sacrificed, and it made me a mastermind (mastermind)
I done switched lanes, Bentley coupe got frog eyes
We got rich, hey, and I still got mob ties (Got mob ties)
Never sober, I always be high (High)
I be most likely baggin' a nine (Baggin' a nine)
Ain't no question, my niggas gon' ride (Gon' ride)
You a bitch, you throw rocks and go hide (Go hide)
I just mixed the Ciroc and some red (Some red)
Couldn't pick one, it was hard to decide (Hard to decide)
Hit my niece, then I talk to the don (Talk to the don)
Got a new Bentley, the seat can massage (Massage)
In the P.H., just me and my niggas we alright (Alright)
On the P.J., sippin' codeine on long flights (Long flights)
Damn, I forgot her name, only fucked her for one night
To give my Rollies rage, know young Gunna ain't livin' right
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
And they put away my problems
I don't sell drugs, I cop 'em
I be livin' life all wrong
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah, oh

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Forgiatos spinnin'
They look like my diamonds
Bitch, my Glock got a twin
Man that's two times
I'm on two percs again
Something don't feel right
But this shit real right, slatt
This shit real right? Uh
This that pure white crack
Yo' mom need that
Lord knows she needed them nickel blows to function
This that new Maybach, I'ma speed in it, uh
Roll some tree in it, uh, fuck a freak in it, uh
I'ma do me in it
Timid, all these niggas timid, uh
All these niggas pussy, uh
Codeine in my sippy cup
I chug it, don't sip a lot
Your bitch on my dick a lot
I guess that's not your bitch, uh
Funny, laughing to the bank and it's funny
Perky in my brain, I'm a junkie, uh
Uh, not a dummy, lotta cash
I'm a dummy, I'm a spaz
Chopper leave your ass in the quick past
Everyday I dash to the quick cash
I get that
Gun on my hip, I can't risk that
Desert eagle, I shoot, knock my wrist back
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
And they put away my problems
I don't sell drugs, I cop 'em
I be livin' life all wrong
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah, oh

[Outro: Future]
Tryna put away my problems
I got drugs, can I cop?
I've been livin' life wrong
Yeah
Ain't livin' right at all