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Blood On My Jeans by Juice WRLD
Blood On My Jeans
Tuning:E A D G B E
Capo:2nd fret
note: for easier chords (C Em D), tune down half a semitone and transpose +3
[Intro]
A
A
C#m
Damn, I tried to stop,
B
Oh baby
A
baby (Baby),
A
baby
C#m
babe (You literally are my everything)
B
[Chorus]
A
Baby, I've been on the run
A
But I would never run from your love
C#m
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
B
Not right there, just a little above
A A
I value my relationship, it's forever,
But I've been cheatin' on the drugs
C#m
Broke up with codeine, need a new plug
B
Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em
A
Huh, lean,
A
Huh, Put Biscotti in my
C#m
lungs, I'm smokin' green,
B
Chopper on me, I don't
A
talk, I just up the beam,
A
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave
C#m
(Yeah)I ain't leave a clue on the scene
B
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans
[Verse]
A
Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean
A
Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green
C#m
B
Still a blue face king
A
Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean
A
I know my haters hate to see me succeed
C#m
If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me
B
That shit got me laughin', haha
A
Kel-Tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah
A
Fuck nigga, I'm your father
C#m
Don't matter if you older
B
They say age is just a number,
A
If that's the case, I'm way over
A
Than who? These niggas
And these bitches that think that they get it
C#m
For a backstage pass, she'll suck the dick
B
Bitch, I got a bitch, better get you a ticket
A
Walk through the night with my gun like a creep
A
On my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-C
C#m
I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe
B
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
A
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
A
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
C#m
You stuck with me,
B
apologies for my fuckery
[Chorus]
A
Baby, I've been on the run
A
But I would never run from your love
C#m
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
B
Not right there, just a little above
A A
I value my relationship, it's forever,
But I've been cheatin' on the drugs
C#m
Broke up with codeine, need a new plug
B
Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em
A
Huh, lean,
A
Huh, Put Biscotti in my
C#m
lungs, I'm smokin' green,
B
Chopper on me, I don't
A
talk, I just up the beam,
A
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave
C#m
(Yeah)I ain't leave a clue on the scene
B
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans
[Outro] (Fade out)
A A C#m B
A A C#m B
A A C#m B
A A C#m B
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version 2
Tuning:E A D G B E
Key:F#m
Capo:6th fret
[Intro]
Ah
C
Damn, I tried to stop, oh
Am
Baby (808 Mafia), baby (Baby), baby (Baby), babe
Gadd11
You literally are my everything (Baby, Gezin)
Hah (Baby)
[Chorus]
C
Baby, I been on the run (Yeah)
Am
But I would never run from your love (Yeah, uh-uh)
Gadd11
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun (Yeah, uh-huh)
C
Not right there, just a little above
Am
I value my relationship, it's forever
Gadd11
But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah)
C
Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (Yeah)
Am
Hit up Hot Rod, pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah, uh-huh)
Gadd11
Huh, (Drinkin') lean, huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
C
Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green
Am
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam (Ba-ba-bow)
Gadd11
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (Yeah)
C
I ain't leave a clue on the scene (Uh-uh)
Am
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans (Uh)
[Verse]
Gadd11
Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean (Uh-uh)
C
Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green (Uh-huh)
Am
Still the blue face king (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gadd11
Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean (Let's go)
C
I know my haters hate to see me succeed
Am
If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me (Uh-huh)
Gadd11
That shit got me laughin', haha
C
Kel-Tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah (Bow)
Am
Fuck nigga, I'm your father
Gadd11
Don't matter if you older
C
They say age is just a number
Am
If that's the case, I'm way older
Gadd11
Than who? These niggas (Uh-huh)
C
And these bitches that think that they get it (Uh-huh)
Am
For a backstage pass, she'll suck the dick (Uh-huh)
Gadd11
Bitch, I got a bitch, better get you a ticket (Uh-huh)
C
Walk through the night with my gun like a creep
Am
On my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-C
C
I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe
Am
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Gadd11
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
C
You stuck with me, apologies for my fuckery
[Chorus]
Am
Baby, I been on the run
Gadd11
But I would never run from your love
C
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
Am
Not right there, just a little above
Gadd11
I value my relationship, it's forever
C
But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah)
Am
Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (Yeah)
Gadd11
Hit up Hot Rod, pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah)
C
Huh, (Drinkin') lean, huh
Am
Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green, huh
Gadd11
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
C
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (Yeah)
Am
I ain't leave a clue on the scene
Gadd11
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans
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version 3
Tuning:E A D G B E
Capo:no capo
[Intro]
B Dm# Am# B Dm# Am#
e|-2-2-2---2-2-2---6-6-6---1-1-1---2-2-2---2-2-2---6-6-6---1-1-1--------------
B|-4-4-4---4-4-4---7-7-7---2-2-2---4-4-4---4-4-4---7-7-7---2-2-2--------------
G|-4-4-4---4-4-4---8-8-8---3-3-3---4-4-4---4-4-4---8-8-8---3-3-3--------------
D|-4-4-4---4-4-4---8-8-8---3-3-3---4-4-4---4-4-4---8-8-8---3-3-3--------------
A|-2-2-2---2-2-2---6-6-6---1-1-1---2-2-2---2-2-2---6-6-6---1-1-1--------------
E|----------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Damn, I tried to stop, oh
Baby (808 Mafia), baby (baby), baby (baby), babe
You literally are my everything (baby, Gezin)
Hah (baby)
Baby, I've been on the run (yeah)
But I would never run from your love (uh-uh)
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun (uh-huh)
Not right there, just a little above
I value my relationship, it's forever
But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (yeah)
Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (yeah)
Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em (yeah)
Huh, lean, huh
Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (yeah)
I ain't leave a clue on the scene (uh-uh)
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans (uh)
Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean (uh-uh)
Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green (uh-huh)
Still a blue face king
Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean (let's go)
I know my haters hate to see me succeed
If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me
That shit got me laughin', haha
Kel-Tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah
Fuck nigga, I'm your father
Don't matter if you older
They say age is just a number
If that's the case, I'm way over
Than who? These niggas (uh-huh)
And these bitches that think that they get it (uh-huh)
For a backstage pass, she'll suck the dick (uh-huh)
Bitch, I got a bitch, better get you a ticket (uh-huh)
Walk through the night with my gun like a creep
On my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-C
I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you (ayy, ayy, ayy)
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
You stuck with me, apologies for my fuckery
Baby, I've been on the run
But I would never run from your love
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
Not right there, just a little above
I value my relationship, it's forever
But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (yeah)
Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (yeah)
Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em (yeah)
Huh, lean, huh
Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (yeah)
I ain't leave a clue on the scene
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans
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