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Juice Wrld - 734 Original Lyrics

[Chorus]
Off-White on the G-Fazo's
Her love's dead, think it needs a halo
I'm in my head, damn it, I think too much
Now I'm gettin' tear stains on the bankrolls
Bro said, If she wanna leave, I should let go
Heart sayin', "If she leave, we're goin' with her, let's go"
I don't wanna let go, girl from 734

[Verse 1]
Time, time heals all wounds
But time can leave the nastiest scars
This happened too soon
I'm starting to think I don't know who ya' are
Pills get popped as your love gets stopped
You just sit and watch as I wheeze and cough
I can't breathe at all, I can't breathе it off
I can't breathe with all the pain involvеd

[Chorus]
Off-White on the G-Fazo's
Her love's dead, think it needs a halo
I'm in my head, damn it, I think too much
Now I'm gettin' tear stains on the bankrolls
Bro said, if she wanna leave, I should let go
Heart sayin', "If she leave, we're goin' with her, let's go"
I don't wanna let go, girl from 734
[Verse 2]
In the studio gettin' high with the bros
Eyes get big when I see you textin' my phone
Codependent, yeah, I hate being alone
And everyone knows
Now I got to deal with this rain again
The same rain that you made go away
Now I gotta deal with this heart-throbbin' pain again
The pain feel like it never go away
Girl, never say you can't forgive me for my mistakes
You do things to make me ache, but I love you so much
I'll wait for however long it takes

[Chorus]
Off-White on the G-Fazo's
Her love's dead, think it needs a halo
I'm in my head, damn it, I think too much
Now I'm gettin' tear stains on the bankrolls
Bro said, if she wanna leave, I should let go
Heart sayin', "If she leave, we're goin' with her, let's go"
I don't wanna let go, girl from 734

[Verse 3]
I walk alone in the end
I know we’re better of enemies
You thought I was gonna say friends
Bitch you gotta be fucking kidding me
I put my foot inside the industry
You cut my heart just like a menstrual bleed
But I ain’t ever been a pussy you see
I was only after pussy you see
I been ballin like a rookie you see
What I’m smokin’ on?
That’s that cookie OG (yuh ayy)
I’m as high as can be, fly as can be
Sad as can be, mad as can be
Pull up, (huh)
Shootin’ on they ass, that’s just me (huh)
Ball like CP3, that is just me
Fuckin’ that bitch from the back as we speak
You don’t like me (huh)
That’s incomplete
Without you here my life’s incomplete
I tell you to stay
You say you gon’ leave
I try to book yo’ ticket
You take the phone away from me-
Three days, all pills, no food
My life, no love, no you
That’s real
Three days no food all pills
No one cares how I feel
It’s all about making dollar bills
So I feel
Straight pills no food for the last three days
How am I alive I bet you’re amazed
You say life’s a book, go and turn the page
You say that it’s over, walk out in a rage
You swing you miss, I won’t hit back
I blow a kiss, you won’t kiss back
I don’t play roles but I know how to act
And that’s a fact
Know what happens after that
I know you hate it when I backtrack
I’m lying cuz I’m scared of the truth, yeah
But you still know the truth, yeah
Yeah!
[Chorus]
Off-White on the G-Fazo's
Her love's dead, think it needs a halo
I'm in my head, damn it, I think too much
Now I'm gettin' tear stains on the bankrolls
Bro said, If she wanna leave, I should let go
Heart sayin', "If she leave, we're goin' with her, let's go"
I don't wanna let go, girl from 734

[Verse 4]
Big homie told me that I shouldn’t the first place
You came in my life and shook it like an earthquake
Fuck yo’ earthquake
I got a choppa that’ll make the fuckin’ earth shake, yeah
Take pills, chase thrills
Fuck fake shit, get real
What’s the haps? What’s the deal?
Shootin’ craps, I’m gambling still
I don’t think you’re good enough to be an ex
Hope you cryin' when you see me drivin' in an X
If you wanna call, I may respond with a text
Feel like Terry Crews, bitch, 'cause ya' I'm finna flex
Even though it hurts, I'ma still make the money go
Pull up on the scene, knock 'em down huh dominos
Speakin' of these bad hoes, I got a few of those
Ayy, .40 give a nigga kiss, mistletoe
You told me that everything was the same
You told me that it wouldn’t be different
But you told me that I was different
And I listened, I listened
Lookin’ at the other guy as competition
I get it yeah, I admit it, yeah
Wish I never took you home and hit it yeah
Wished I pop a xanny and forget it, yeah!
These hoes will fuck yo’ head up
Then fuck yo’ bread up
Bro told me keep my head up
He say I’m next up
He say I’m on that next now, yeah
I’m the king in this bitch better bow down
I won’t walk imma just run a damn town
Not no bartender but my gun got rounds
Fuck nigga calm down, I got it on me right now
You tried to swing on me took everything not to knock the light out
I been ballin hard I’m super crazy with this white out
I remember rollin’ Swishers,rollin’ White Owls
Now I got the Off-White whites out
[Chorus]
Off-White on the G-Fazo's
Her love's dead, think it needs a halo
I'm in my head, damn it, I think too much
Now I'm gettin' tear stains on the bankrolls
Bro said, If she wanna leave, I should let go
Heart sayin', "If she leave, we're goin' with her, let's go"
I don't wanna let go, girl from 734

[Verse 5]
You’re not a clout chaser, just a heartbreaker
Mind eraser, not real, you a faker
Watch me ball on you super hard like a Laker
Watch me go back and fuck your friends I’m a player
I don’t wanna do it but I may have to
I made a mistake when I came and I grabbed you
Cupid in the cut he got the knife and stabbed you
I shoulda picked it up and jabbed too
Cold blood in your veins
Cold blood in your veins
No shame in your game
No change
So heartbroken that I threw up
Now I’m lookin’ for a dirty cup yeah, a double cup
Two hoes gotta double up, that still ain't enough
Without you, it's just not enough
It’s to the point where you’re givin' up yeah yeah
It’s about that time, to the point where you’re giving up yeah, yeah it’s about that time
New York back to the LA
I’m stuck inside my ways
G-Money know the money straight, yeah
G-Money know these bitches fake, yeah
You run up, then you catch a K, yeah
G-Money say he keep it, A, yeah we keep it, ayy
This my money shit, this is not a game
These hoes will fuck your head up, then fuck your bread up
Lately I been fed up, bitch got me messed up
Yeah I had to fess up, made a confession
I said do you wanna leave? Made a suggestion
But you ain’t have have to take
Another one bites the dust
Another heart I would love, another girl out to lust
I’m just another sad boy when I’m off the drugs
Another call to the plug
I need an eighth of Wockhardt that's love
I need a pound of OG that's love, but she's not love
I remember where we first met, yeah
Hollywood Hotels was the first place
I remember where we first met, yeah
You weren't tryna' let me nail on the first, babe
Hoes come, and hoes leave
She said she love me, I said “Bitch hoe please!”
You know you can’t hoe me
No more cuffing bitches I am not the police
Now it’s 'bout the money
Take yo’ shoes of lil bitch no you can’t run me
Ha, you can’t run me
I don’t know what’s gotten into me
This bitch was really fuckin’ me up mentally
I really thought that this shit was gon’ meant to be
Y’all don’t know what that shit meant to me
Now i’m gon' fuck this bitch up instrumentally
Three days, all pills, no food
It’s just my love, my heart, but no you
You see
I thought I was bulletproof, until Cupid started sliding through
Yeah, then you made your move
I didn’t have a clue, that I would end up on misery avenue
Yeah, yeah
You help me ease the pain, now I let you ease the pain

[Chorus]
Off-White on the G-Fazo's
Her love's dead, think it needs a halo
I'm in my head, damn it, I think too much
Now I'm gettin' tear stains on the bankrolls
Bro said, if she wanna leave, I should let go
Heart sayin', "If she leave, we're goin' with her, let's go"
I don't wanna let go, girl from 734

[Bridge]
I’m full of it today boy, haha
Ummmm
Ohhhhhh

[Verse 6]
Cold blood in your veins
Cold blood in your veins
No shame in your game
No change
Cold blood in your veins
Cold blood in your veins
No blood in your veins
No change
You told me that everything was the same
You told me that it wouldn’t be different
But you told me that I was different
And I listened, I listened
Lookin’ at the other guy as competition
I get it, yeah I admit it yeah
Wish I never ever took you home and hit it yeah
Wished I pop a xanny and forget it, yeah!
I walk alone in the end
I know we’re better of enemies
You thought I was gonna say friends
Bitch you gotta be fucking kidding me
I put my foot inside the industry
You cut my heart just like a menstrual bleed
But I ain’t ever been a pussy you see
I was only after pussy you see
I been ballin like a rookie you see
What I’m smokin’ on? That’s that cookie OG
I’m as high as can be, fly as can be
Sad as can be, mad as can be, pull up, huh
Shootin’ on they ass, that’s just me, huh
Ball like CP3, that is just me
Fuckin’ that bitch from the back as we speak
You don’t like me
Without you here my life’s incomplete
I tell you to stay, you say you gon’ leave
I try to book yo' ticket, you take the phone away from me
That’s real
Three days, no food, all pills
No one cares how I feel
It’s all about making dollar bills
Cuz what I see when I look at you, is it you?
I get so high I don’t know what to do
Leave me confused, leave me confused
Are you leaving or staying? Don’t know what to do
You’re not a clout chaser, just a heartbreaker
Mind eraser, not real you a faker
Watch me ball on you super hard like a laker
Watch me go back and fuck your friends I’m a player
I don’t wanna do it but I may have to
I made a mistake when I came and I grabbed you
Cupid in the cut he got the knife and stabbed you
I shoulda picked it up and jabbed too
Straight pills no food for the last three days
How am I alive? I bet you’re amazed
You say life’s a book, go and turn the page
You say that it’s over, walk out in a rage
You swing you miss, I won’t hit back
I blow a kiss, you won’t kiss back
I don’t play roles but I know how to act
And that’s a fact
Know what happens after that
I know you hate it when I backtrack
I’m lying cuz I’m scared of the truth, yeah
But you still know the truth, yeah
So why do you wanna go there?
Hoes come and hoes leave
She said she love me
I said bitch hoe please!
You know you can’t hoe me
No more cuffing bitches I am not the police
Now it’s bout the money
Take yo shoes off lil’ bitch no you can’t run me
Ha, you can’t run me
I don’t know what’s gotten into me
This bitch was really fuckin’ me up mentally
I really thought that this shit was gon’ be meant to be
Y’all don’t know what that shit meant to me
Now I’m gon’ fuck this bitch up instrumentally
Ha, murder he wrote
Bobby Brown I’ll bring the dope
On my dick that’s when you choke
Same way you choke on your words lil’ hoe
Lies, lie