作词 : Nick Mira/Jarad Higgins

作曲 : Nick Mira/Jarad Higgins

From the unknown

I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam

Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know

I problem solve with Styrofoam

My world revolves around a black hole

The same black hole that's in place of my soul, uh

Empty, I feel so goddamn empty

I may go rogue

Don't tempt me, big bullet holes

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Uh yeah I'm Keepin' it real real, I'm keepin' it real, uh yeah

Life gets tough, s**t is getting real

I don't know how to feel

Swallowing all these pills

Numb my real feels

Devil standing here

Tryna' make a deal, uh

It ain't no deals

Feel like I'm going crazy but still took a lot to get me here

Losing my sanity up in a house in the hills, hills, hills

I ain't have anything then

And I still don't have anything still, still, still

Bein’ me, I rock PnB

These hoes actin' like gossip, TMZ

These drugs acting like

Moshpits squishing me

Oh my, oh me, how they kill me slowly

Lonely, I been gettin' no peace

OD, feel like overdosing

Low key I'm looking for the signs

But all I can find is a sign of the times

From the unknown

I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam

Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know

I problem solve with Styrofoam

My world revolves around a black hole

The same black hole that's in place of my soul, oh

Empty, I feel so goddamn empty

I may go rogue

Don't tempt me, big bullet holes

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I ain't suicidal

Only thing suicide is suicide doors

Fight for survival

Gotta keep hope up, rolling good **** up

Hold my hand, through hell we go

Don't look back, it ain't the past no more

Gon' get to the racks, all them ****** want war

I was put here to lead the lost souls

Exhale depression as the wind blows

These are the laws of living in vogue

We're perfectly imperfect children

Rose from the dust, all of us are on a mission

Never gave a ****, really came from rags to riches

Now we live it up, driving with the rooftop missin'

I don't give a ****, really came from rags to riches

Now I live it up, driving with the rooftop missin'

From the unknown

I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam

Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know

I problem solve with Styrofoam

My world revolves around a black hole

The same black hole that's in place of my soul, uh

Empty, I feel so goddamn empty

I may go rogue

Don't tempt me, big bullet holes

Tote semi-autos

Written By Taz Taylor, Nick Mira, Juice WRLD

Produced by Nick M