Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juice WRLD
Juice WRLD
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Max Lord
Max Lord
Songwriter
Jarad Higgins
Jarad Higgins
Songwriter
Nils Noehden
Nils Noehden
Songwriter
Nedim Melkic
Nedim Melkic
Songwriter
Filip Gezin
Filip Gezin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Max Lord
Max Lord
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Gezin
Gezin
Producer
Nils
Nils
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
9, oh, 9 this time (I'ma say this one time, one time only)
Water (What you don't understand)
Got Ski with me in this bitch, you know? Gang shit
[Verse 2]
What you don't understand 'bout me is (Yeah)
I never gave a fuck about a goddamn thing (What? What? Yeah)
I wake up in the morning, do my goddamn thing, I (Whoa)
What you don't understand 'bout me is
I never gave a fuck about a goddamn thing
I wake up in the morning, do my goddamn thing (Whoa)
I pop, I sip, I pour up lean, I
[Verse 3]
I'm lost in my abyss
Wake up, all I see is black, a solar eclipse
All I know is guns and sex, load up the clip
Told your bitch to get on her knees and suck the dick right
I'ma live my life like it's my last days
Don't believe in slow, I'm movin' fast paced
Ain't no Tom and Jerry 'round here, ain't no rat race
This is an outrage
I ain't sleep in like six days
Poppin' Percs, I can't think straight
I still run it like a relay, relay
[Verse 4]
What you don't understand 'bout me is
I never gave a fuck about a goddamn thing
I wake up in the morning, do my goddamn thing
I pop, I sip, I pour up lean, I
[Verse 5]
I break the pill into minerals
Then I put it in my cereal
They look at me as a criminal
Hate on the kid 'cause this shit getting critical
You got a Lambo' truck, it's rented though
Look at my car, you can't, it's tinted, ho
Bad bitch in the back seat, got ten of those
Hit her like a dance, gigolo-gigolo
I got 'em puzzled just like a riddle
Freestyle shit, I don't ever spit writtens
Beat up the pussy, I don't fuck with the kitten
Thirty clip hangin' out the black-ass Smith &
Catch me listenin' to John Lennon
With your bitch in Versace linens
Or maybe Ozzy, or maybe Billy Idol
That's one of my idols livin'
I'm in the party, I don't really need no posse
I'm boolin' with 150
That's my shawty, finna get the boy name tatted
All over her titties
Remember Huaraches and stealin' food out of Hibachi
Wouldn't catch me tippin'
Brand new shotty, twelve-gauge on that body
Don't let me catch you slippin', yeah, yeah
[Verse 6]
What you don't understand 'bout me is
I never gave a fuck about a goddamn thing
I wake up in the morning, do my goddamn thing
I pop, I sip, I pour up lean, I
[Verse 7]
I pour my lean, oh
Yeah, maybe I should try water, huh
Water
Written by: Filip Gezin, Jamell Demons, Jarad Higgins, Max Lord, Nedim Melkic, Nils Noehden, Shane Lindstrom
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