Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juice WRLD
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jarad Higgins
Songwriter
David Biral
Songwriter
Denzel Michael-Akil Baptiste
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Take A Daytrip
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Max Lord
Recording Engineer
Michelle Mancini
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Daytrip took it to ten (hey)
No, I can't be fooled
I ain't playing by your rules
I'm known to lose my cool, but that's cool
'Cause I'm known to be too cool
There's a room full of toxic people
But it feels like it's just me and her in the room
I'd rather me die before she, so I mix drugs up
Tryna find my doom, tryna find my doom
Doom, doom, tryna find my doom
Tryna find my doom, doom, doom, doom
I have a lot of troubles
I admit I'm running from 'em
Walking through Hollywood
I admit I'm astonished
So much has happened in the last few months
From broke to rich, to finding love again
I said, so much has happened in the last three months
More drugs to mix
So high, I don't pick up the phone no mo'
New phone, who is this? Uh-oh
You got some nerve, dumb hoe
Where were you before?
I could pay your mortgage
Now all my shoes cost your car
Karma's a ugly broad
Yeah, she'll leave a scar
No, I can't be fooled
I ain't playing by your rules
I'm known to lose my cool, but that's cool
'Cause I'm known to be too cool
There's a room full of toxic people
But it feels like it's just me and her in the room
I'd rather me die before she, so I mix drugs up
Tryna find my doom, tryna find my doom
Doom, doom, tryna find my doom
Tryna find my doom, doom, doom, doom
Tryna find my tomb, ended up finding you
I assumed, that you were gonna leave me overconsumed
Consumed, consumed, consumed, yeah
I'm fucked up, yeah, but you already knew
What's your favorite color besides blue? You're always blue
You always been the one for me, you knew that too
Fucked up, drunk driving on the avenue
Wrist hanging out the window let the Rollie do, what it do
Keep a all black four-nickel on me too
Fucked up, drunk driving on the avenue
Wrist hanging out the window let the rollie do, what it do
Keep a all black four-nickel on me too, on me too
No, I can't be fooled
I ain't playing by your rules
I'm known to lose my cool, but that's cool
'Cause I'm known to be too cool
There's a room full of toxic people
But it feels like it's just me and her in the room
I'd rather me die before she, so I mix drugs up
Tryna find my doom, tryna find my doom
Doom, doom, tryna find my doom (Daytrip took it to ten)
Tryna find my doom, doom, doom, doom
Writer(s): David Biral, Denzel Michael-akil Baptiste, Jarad Higgins
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