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Correct Under Her Skin Lyrics
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Juice WRLD
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Correct Under Her Skin
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[Chorus] Oh, hope my lullabies get under her skin Like the itch from the percs on a binge She ballin' out her eyes from the bench She tell me that she'll never play love games again Woah, hope my lullabies get under her skin Like the itch from the percs on a binge She's ballin' her eyes out from the bench [Verse 1] She don't got no choice, she resort to the benzos Every day she live and die for benzos New drug dealer, what's his info? Her plus heartbreak equals Xans Need a new equation, she gonna die tryna do the math Suicidal tendencies, she hopin' that they end it fast Fentanyl in a Fendi bag, she don't even smoke the gas She been sleep for three days, cutting up, missing class Teacher called, asked what's wrong Slurrin' back, you say he gone Runnin' out of downers, you look down at your dresser You see a 8 ball of all pure Colombian pleasure It was left by that dude you tried to fuck to forget me You snort a line and rail a perc to see which one is better Walkin' 'round in your mind picking up my belongings I got a lot of shit here, it's been taking forever Walkin' 'round in your heart with some fuel and some fire The same fire tatted on me heart destroyer forever goodbye [Chorus] Oh, hope my lullabies get under her skin Like the itch from the percs on a binge She ballin' out her eyes from the bench She tell me that she'll never play love games again Woah, hope my lullabies get under her skin Like the itch from the percs on a binge Oh, she ballin' her eyes out from the bench [Verse 2] She don't got not choice, she resorts to the gossip Always in my business, wondering what I'm sipping And how I'm living, a lot of things are different You not being here is what I was missing Feel like I'm in a heaven house, still pour up in a Hell's Kitchen In Chicago makin' heartbreak songs, eatin' on some hell's chicken Miami calling me, oh-oh, them calls I'm missin' I'm calling the ambulance, oh-oh, the thought of you was sickenin', sickenin', sickenin' Trippin', sip-sippin', 3-6 in a cup like it's Memphis Oh I'm drippin', new girl got hoes, she pimpin' We got hoes, we share 'em, get it Make her eat you out, bitch get it This ho think she been on my mind quit it Unlike her, I know how to mind business [Pre-Chorus] Ohh-oh-oh, lullabies in your dome spread insanity through your soul Rock-a-bye baby, are you ready to die? [Chorus] Oh, hope my lullabies get under her skin Like the itch from the percs on a binge She ballin' out her eyes from the bench She tell me that she'll never play love games again Woah, hope my lullabies get under her skin Like the itch from the percs on a binge Oh, she ballin' her eyes out from the bench She don't got no choice, she resorts to the [Outro] Ohh-oh-oh, lullabies in your dome spread insanity through your soul Rock-a-bye baby, are you ready to die? Lullabies in your dome spread insanity through your soul Rock-a-bye baby, are you ready to die?
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