In My Head – Juice wrld Lyrics

“In My Head”

It’s been a long time coming

From young niggas to young rich niggas

It’s DJ Durel and I’d like to welcome you to Rich Nigga Timeline

Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac

Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin’ (ba-bow)

Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it

Nigga they mistake me, think I’m selling that midget (nah, for real)

What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about? (Shit)

You a bitch, we ain’t got nothing to talk about

Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth

Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down

Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve

Tray 1 got PT’s, and sold that reserved

I’m a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low (hot)

Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang ’em like OJ Mayo

You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I’m a vet (vet)

‘Set told me trapping and dabbing gon’ get that pussy wet

No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet

Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check (do it)

I’m a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions

At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties

There’s levels to this shit like Meek said

And you embarrassed to admit it, I don’t want to kick it

After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious

Walk right up on him, I’m pressing my nigga

And all he wanted was a picture

I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga

Now I’m a Backwoods type of nigga

A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him

White people, they still treat me like I’m a victim

Now people they screaming out “Free Actavis”

They talking bout that Actavis be discontinued

Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic

Catch me riding with packs in my rental

Trap, trap dab when I’m on the revenue

Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food

Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues

24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool

Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee

Kevin Hart, your money is too[Intro]

Mm, watching this weak ass, fake ass Fast and Furious

Oh-oh (Yeah)

Oh-oh

Uh

[Chorus]

Fill my lungs with Ganja (Ganja)

When they fill my brain with drama (Drama)

From my past, I have all this trauma (Trauma)

Getting cash, hope the racks solve my problems

But it don’t work, uh, no, it won’t work out (Work out, yes)

But it don’t work, no, it won’t work out (Yes)

Yeah, it don’t work, now the pain’s worse (Pain’s worse)

Yeah, it’s gon’ hurt (Gon’ hurt)

Hope it all works out (All works out)

[Refrain]

Um, I’m stuck in my head too much (I’m stuck in my—)

I’m stuck in my head, um (Head, um)

I’m stuck in my head too much (I’m stuck in my—)

[Verse 1]

Tryna see where I fell from (Fell from)

Feels like I’m in hell, um

Shibuya to Belgium

Yeah, I seen it all

Came a long way, walkin’ limp from a crawl

[Refrain]

Um, I’m trapped in my head too much (My head)

I’m trapped in my head (My head)

Um, I’m trapped in my head too much (My head)

[Bridge]

They wondеr why I get high as fuck

They wonder why I gеt high so much

Um, it’s because

Um, I’m trapped in my head too much

I’m trapped in my head (My head, in my head)

[Chorus]

Fill my lungs with Ganja (Ganja)

When they fill my brain with drama (Drama)

From my past, I have all this trauma (Trauma)

Getting cash, hope the racks solve my problems

But it don’t work, uh, no, it won’t work out (Work out, yes)

But it don’t work, no, it won’t work out (Yes)

Yeah, it don’t work, now the pain’s worse (Pain’s worse)

Yeah, it’s gon’ hurt (Gon’ hurt)

Hope it all works out (All works out)

[Verse 2]

Broken machine, no, it won’t work (Won’t work)

But I get cash, so she gon’ twerk (Yeah)

Heartbreak Hotel (Yeah), leave a ho hurt (Oh, yeah)

‘Cause I been hurt (Yeah), had a hole first (Oh, yeah)

In my chest, it made my life lifeless

Like God, how could this happen?

Losing my traction (Losing my traction)

[Refrain]

Um, I’m stuck in my head too much (Much)

I’m stuck in my head, um (Head, um)

I’m trapped and I can’t run (I’m trapped in my—)

In my head, um

[Chorus]

Fill my lungs with Ganja (Ganja)

When they fill my brain with drama (Drama)

From my past, I have all this trauma (Trauma)

Getting cash, hope the racks solve my problems

But it don’t work, uh, no, it won’t work out (Work out, yes)

But it don’t work, no, it won’t work out (Yes)

Yeah, it don’t work, now the pain’s worse (Pain’s worse)

Yeah, it’s gon’ hurt (Gon’ hurt)

Hope it all works out (All works out)

Track Information

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