- 17 ноябрь 2020
Текст Песни: Juice WRLD - Conversations
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
T— Timing, timing, timing
All about timing, timing, timing
Sit back in my chair, relaxing and reclining
He has not a care in the world, no, I'm lying
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