Juice WRLD — You Dont Understand

[Intro] Oh-ohh-ohh, 9, oh, 9, this time (Imma say this one time, one time only) What I wouldn't understand (Gezin) Cause Ski in this bitch with me, you know Gang shit [Chorus] What you don't understand 'bout me is I Never gave a fuck about a goddamn thing, I Wake up in the mornin’ do my goddamn thing, I (ohh ohh, huh) [Chorus] What you don't understand 'bout me is I Never gave a fuck about a goddamn thing, I Wake up in the mornin’ do my goddamn thing, I I pop, I sip, I pour up lean, I [Verse 1] I'm lost in my abyss Wake up all I see is black, the solar eclipse All I know is guns and sex, load up the clip Told your bitch to get on her knees To suck the dick (right, oh) I'm-a live my life like it's my last days Don't believe in slow, I'm moving fast pace Ain't no Tom and Jerry round here Ain't no rat race [Bridge] This is a outrage (this is a outrage) I ain't sleep in like six days (I ain't sleep in like six days) Poppin' perks I can't think straight (I can't think straight) I'm still running like relays, yeah (relays) [Chorus] What you dont understand 'bout me is I Never gave a fuck about a goddamn thing, I I wake up in the mornin’ do my goddamn thing, I I pop, I sip, I pour 'em up lean, I [Verse 2] I break the pill into minerals (What else?) Then I put it in my cereal, uh (What else?) They look at me as a criminal (What else?) Hate on the kid 'cause this shit gettin' critical (Ya' dig?) You got a Lambo' truck, it's rented though (Ya' dig?) Look at my car, you can't, it's tinted, ho (Ya' dig?) Bad bitch in the back seat, got ten of those (Ya' dig?) Hit her like a dance, gigolo-gigolo (Ya' dig?) [Verse 3] I got 'em puzzled, just like a riddle (Uh) Freestyle shit, I don't ever spit writtens (Uh) Beat up the pussy, I don't fuck with the kitten (Shh) Thirty clip hangin' out the black ass Smith and (Shh) Catch me listenin' to John Lennon (Ayy) With your bitch in Versace linens (Ayy, bitch) Or maybe Ozzy, or maybe Billy Idol That's one of my idols livin' (On God) [Verse 4] I'm in the party, I don't really need no posse I'm boolin' with 150 (On God) That's my shawty, finna get the boy name tatted All over her titties (On God) Remember hood rocks, and stealin' food out of Hibachi Wouldn't catch me tippin' (On God) Brand new shotty, twelve gauge on that body Don't let me catch you slippin' (Grrah) [Chorus] What you dont understand 'bout me is I Never gave a fuck about a goddamn thing, I Wake up in the mornin’ do my goddamn thing, I I pop, I sip, I pour 'em up lean, I... I pour 'em up lean, I, oh ohh ohh [Outro] Yeah maybe I should try water, huh Uh, deadbeat This Doctor Pepper good as fuck I need some straight drop though