Juice WRLD – Campfire Freestyle Lyrics
Fall down
I ain’t finna fall down
Fourth quarter, shorty, I’mma a ball out
Don’t go to work, baby call out
Ain’t no waitin’, no stall now
I’m finna a ball out
Fourth quarter, shorty, no call outs
Don’t go to work, baby, just call out
(Uh) In the bedroom, all out
Percs on the counter
I can’t wait to take ’em
Blunts on the counter
Can’t wait to face it
Bad lil’ bitch, yeah
She be my favorite
All my songs, they all on her playlists
I don’t really know how to say it but I’mma say it
I don’t really know if she take it but she could take it
I don’t slow it down unless I’m in the matrix
Presidential brain that bitch like Sarah Palin
Here it go
I’m not the same nigga that I was a year ago
I thank God every day for this, a miracle
In the Trap House singing mingles, spirituals (yeah)
Aunt Jemima, best believe I’m in trap [?], entry lining
Pull up on ’em with the Rollie, that’s perfect timing
I guess that means that the stars aligning
Gonna sing like CeCe Winans
Changed shit just like the climate
Sit back in my seat reclining
I call that shit perfect timing
I’m in another country getting new money
My money like depression, yeah it’s blue money
Feeling like I had depression, I was blue or something
Until I smoked a pack and then I’m blue or something
Listen to the way that, my flow on this shit is off the top, like a wave cap
Pull up on the ceiling you get knocked like the bass back
Put the Mac-11 bullet where your fucking face at
Eating good cocaine on a placemat
And that’s what a bitch put her face at
Eating good cocaine on a placemat
And that’s what a bitch put her face at
