Juice WRLD - Blood On My Jeans

Capo: 6th fret

[Intro]

Ah
C
Damn, I tried to stop, oh
Am
Baby (808 Mafia), baby (Baby), baby (Baby), babe
Gadd11
You literally are my everything (Baby, Gezin)

Hah (Baby)

[Chorus]
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)

[Verse]
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

[Chorus]
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