
getting late - juice wrld lyrics
[intro]
yeah, [?]
it’s getting late you should go home
[chorus]
it’s getting late you should go home
security will show you to the door
i ain’t pickin’ up my phone
so, you assume that i’m not with a wh0re
now my pockets lookin’ like a morgue
i got you wifey lookin’ like a wh0re
dread my hair, they did it all before
they comparing me to him and him, they did it all before
[verse 1]
that’s okay cause i’ma do it more
buy some gucci’s, just don’t scuff ’em on the floor, huh
better take your shoes off at the door, bruh
we ain’t lovin’ sl*ts, ain’t lovin’ wh0res, bruh
remember when i had to kick the door, bruh
now i’m tryin’ to kick it with the floor, uh
i mean with my feet up
now i’m tryin’ to kick it with my feet up
play a little 2k, maybe try a little fifa
i remember i was crackin’ visas
now i’m f*ckin’ someone’s girlfriend, her name lisa
do you feel me?
cause i don’t feel ya
[chorus]
it’s getting late you should go home
security will show you to the door
i ain’t pickin’ up my phone
so, you assume that i’m not with a wh0re
now my pockets lookin’ like a morgue
i got you wifey lookin’ like a wh0re
dread my hair, they did it all before
they comparing me to him and him, they did it all before
[verse 2]
tryin’ to get out of the friend zone
od off of the benzos
it’s a party tonight, here’s the info
no fake n*ggas, f*cks, get the memo
bring the pints in
see ’em on the horizon
my connections, sound like verizon
gun get to singin’, [?]
i’ma beat the pot with the left hand
married to the money, you ain’t even the best man
i’ma put my d*ck, it’s touchin’ her intestines
hold my d*ck just like a mic, that b*tch was testin’
mic check n*gga, you get chin checked, n*gga
got a bankroll, you get chin checked with it
i’ve been ballin’ hard, in the monclair fitted
bad b*tch on my team, yeah she takes visits
huh, i be in that program like i was gifted
[bridge]
her love’s a no show
keep that on the low, though
she loves the benzos
i love the bands, though
her love’s a no show
keep that on the low, though
high off the benzos
tryin’ to get out of the friend zone
[chorus]
it’s getting late you should go home
security will show you to the door
i ain’t pickin’ up my phone
so, you assume that i’m not with a wh0re
now my pockets lookin’ like a morgue
i got you wifey lookin’ like a wh0re
dread my hair, they did it all before
they comparing me to him and him, they did it all before
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