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Juice WRLD

Can't Be Saved

 

Can't Be Saved


Over and over in a DeLorean
I'm turning back to a demon, just caught me dealing
Triple nine spinning 'round on my forehead
One minute it's nine, next minute sixes
I blame it on the drugs and the success
I blame it on the witches and the fishnets
I blame it on the devil in my conscience
Rebel, heavy metal, demons playing my guitar riffs

It's 2:25 in the morning
Looking in the mirror, percs killing all my torment (Okay)
4:25 in the morning, Amsterdam 'shrooms got me up in hell roaming (Okay)
Looking at myself from below
Body sitting on the bed, spirit underneath the floor
Heart out of space, and it's getting kinda cold
Feel like I don't got no space, so I gotta leave home
In a different realm, roaming in my skull
Woke up with devil horns in my head, losing all control
I look back in the mirror, to see what's going on
It's all become clear, Juice WRLD is gone

Over and over in a DeLorean
I'm turning back to a demon, just caught me dealing
Triple nine spinning 'round on my forehead
One minute it's nine, next minute sixes
I blame it on the drugs and the success
I blame it on the witches and the fishnets
I blame it on the devil in my conscience
Rebel, heavy metal, demons playing my guitar riffs

I'ma do what I'm best at, I guess
Try to change the world off the drugs, it's a process
Oh, I'ma ball 'til I fall, baby, all day
Been through it all, baby, living in Hell, that is what you call it
Don't call my phone right now, going insane
All alone right now when I'm stuck in my brain
With a room full of people still feels the same
White M's, A215's make me feel okay
The devil's set up shop, he been pumping shit in my veins
I need a another doc, pray to doc that God is on the way
Satan wrote me a prescription for them blue pills
A few pills have me too lit, can't be saved

I need another doc, pray to doc that God is on the way
A few pills have me too lit, can't be saved

Over and over in a DeLorean
I'm turning back to a demon, just caught me dealing
Triple nine spinning 'round on my forehead
One minute it's nine, next minute sixes
I blame it on the drugs and the success
I blame it on the witches and the fishnets
I blame it on the devil in my conscience
Rubble, heavy metal, demons playing my guitar riffs

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