On “Conversations,“ Juice WRLD drops his usual references to the devil and demons, struggling to cope with anxiety, drugs, and a life of fame.
Juice tweeted out the title of the track in July 2019, likely hinting at its release, and a few months later in September, the track featured an extended leak before being taken down on copyright grounds. However, snippets of the track resurfaced multiple times since, most of which were taken down. Read more on Last.fm.
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Conversations Lyrics
On “Conversations,“ Juice WRLD drops his usual references to the devil and demons, struggling to cope with anxiety, drugs, and a life of fame.… Read More
[Intro]
Oh my God, Ronny
[Chorus]
The devil hit my phone, he wanna talk
But I'm not really up for conversations
I can have my cake and eat it too
I just gotta make a reservation
Chillin' in my head, but it's hot
Flames everywhere, I see Satan
Demons tryna run up in my spot a lot
Really, really runnin' out of patience (Tick-tock)
[Verse 1]
Timing, timing, timing
All about timing, timing, timing
Sit back in my chair, relaxing and reclining
He has not a care in the world, nah, I'm lying
Takin' all these meds to the face got me flying
Takin' all these meds to the face got me dying
Smoke 'til my mind frying, eyes red, high and crying
Numb the pain with Oxy and Dior, yeah, pricey
Juice like Tupac Shakur, no ice tea
Givenchy, Louis V, Double V, icy
Wedding ring, better things, better half, wifey
Only things numbing me from this hard life thing, uh, alright
[Chorus]
The devil hit my phone, he wanna talk
But I'm not really up for conversations
I can have my cake and eat it too
I just gotta make a reservation
Chillin' in my head, but it's hot
Flames everywhere, I see Satan
Demons tryna run up in my spot a lot
Really, really runnin' out of patience
[Verse 2]
I'm waiting, waiting, waiting, sittin' up
Waiting, waiting, waiting, contemplating
My heart racing
Feels like I'ma die every second of the day
So I gotta get high
Ain't no coming down, ain't no coming down, why?
My anxiety bring me down, that's the fucking downside
It's like every time I ball, I just end up off-sides
This light of mine goes dim tonight
Will I be alright?
Let me guess, no answer, right?
[Chorus]
The devil hit my phone, he wanna talk
But I'm not really up for conversations
I can have my cake and eat it too
I just gotta make a reservation
Chillin' in my head, but it's hot
Flames everywhere, I see Satan
Demons tryna run up in my spot a lot
Really, really runnin' out of patience
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