Juice WRLD – Blood On My Jeans (Guitar)

 C
Damn, I tried to stop, oh

Am
Baby (808 Mafia), baby (Baby), baby (Baby), babe

Gadd11
You literally are my everything (Baby, Gezin)

  C
Baby, I been on the run (Yeah)

 Am
But I would never run from your love (Yeah, uh-uh)

Gadd11
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun (Yeah, uh-huh)

 C
Not right there, just a little above

Am
I value my relationship, it's forever

Gadd11
But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah)

  C
Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (Yeah)

 Am
Hit up Hot Rod, pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah, uh-huh)

 Gadd11
Huh, (Drinkin') lean, huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

 C
Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green

  Am
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam (Ba-ba-bow)

 Gadd11
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (Yeah)

C
I ain't leave a clue on the scene (Uh-uh)

 Am
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans (Uh)

Gadd11
Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean (Uh-uh)

  C
Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green (Uh-huh)

  Am
Still the blue face king (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

   Gadd11
Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean (Let's go)

 C
I know my haters hate to see me succeed

Am
If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me (Uh-huh)

  Gadd11
That shit got me laughin', haha

 C
Kel-Tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah (Bow)

  Am
Fuck nigga, I'm your father

Gadd11
Don't matter if you older

 C
They say age is just a number

 Am
If that's the case, I'm way older

 Gadd11
Than who? These niggas (Uh-huh)

 C
And these bitches that think that they get it (Uh-huh)

 Am
For a backstage pass, she'll suck the dick (Uh-huh)

  Gadd11
Bitch, I got a bitch, better get you a ticket (Uh-huh)

  C
Walk through the night with my gun like a creep

Am
On my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-C

C
I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe

Am
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Gadd11
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you

 C
You stuck with me, apologies for my fuckery

 Am
Baby, I been on the run

 Gadd11
But I would never run from your love

 C
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun

 Am
Not right there, just a little above

Gadd11
I value my relationship, it's forever

 C
But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah)

 Am
Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (Yeah)

 Gadd11
Hit up Hot Rod, pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah)

 C
Huh, (Drinkin') lean, huh

 Am
Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green, huh

 Gadd11
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam

 C
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (Yeah)

Am
I ain't leave a clue on the scene

Gadd11
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans