Juice WRLD – “Conversations”

Juice WRLD’s posthumous “Conversations” release features never-seen-before-freestyle of Him. Watch the video, listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy, mp3 download the song produced by Ardist, Nils, DJ Scheme & Ronny J.

Juice Wrld Conversations

Juice WRLD’s estate has officially released the music video for “Conversations”, which includes footage of the late Chicago rapper freestyling in his tour bus.

The video, directed by Steve Cannon, includes some unseen footage of the rapper in the studio and his tour bus, juxtaposed with scenes of dirt bikers pulling off impressive stunts. After the song plays out, Juice WRLD appears on his bus with a couple of friends hyping him up as he freestyles. He starts by catching his flow and repeating the same line a few times before he gets to feeling himself, going off with lyrics about his fashion and more. “Pull up and I shoot your b*tch right in her breast, I don’t got respect, n***a, I disrespect,” he rhymes, which seems to really get him going on a tangent.

Juice WRLD – Conversations (prod. Ardist, Nils, DJ Scheme & Ronny J)

Lyrics

[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

[Verse 1]
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
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 2Pac 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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