Blood On My Jeans
 作词 : Max Lord/Arian Vuica/Filip Gezin/Jarad Higgins
 作曲 : Max Lord/Arian Vuica/Filip Gezin/Jarad Higgins
Ah
Damn, I tried to stop, oh
Baby, baby, baby, babe (Baby, baby)
808 Mafia
You literally are my everything (Baby, Gezin)
Ha (Baby)
Baby, I been on the run (Yeah)
But I would never run from your love (Yeah)
If you feel on my ****, there's a **** (Yeah)
Not right there, just a little above
I value my relationship, it's forever
But I've been cheatin' on the **** (Yeah)
Broke up with ****, need a new plug (Yeah)
Hit up Hot Rod, pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah)
Huh, drinkin' ****, huh
Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam (Ba-ba-bow)
Huh, let my **** bust a ****, then leave (Yeah)
I ain't leave a clue on the scene (Uh-uh)
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans (Uh)
Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my **** (Uh-uh)
Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green (Uh-huh)
Still the blue face king
Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean (Let's go)
I know my haters hate to see me succeed
If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me (Uh-huh)
That **** got me laughin', haha
Kel-Tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah
**** ****, I'm your father
Don't matter if you older
They say age is just a number
If that's the case, I'm way older
Than who? These **** (Uh-huh)
And these **** that think that they get it (Uh-huh)
For a backstage pass, she'll suck the **** (Uh-huh)
****, I got a ****, better get you a ticket (Uh-huh)
Walk through the night with my **** like a creep
On my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-C
I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe
Yeah, I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you (Aye, aye, aye)
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
You stuck with me, apologies for my ****
Baby, I been on the run
But I would never run from your love
If you feel on my ****, there's a ****
Not right there, just a little above
I value my relationship, it's forever
But I've been cheatin' on the **** (Yeah)
Broke up with ****, need a new plug (Yeah)
Hit up Hot Rod, pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah)
Huh, drinkin' ****, huh
Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
Huh, let my **** bust a ****, then leave (Yeah)
I ain't leave a clue on the scene
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans