Chords for Juice WRLD- Conversations (Official Music Video)

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Oh my god, [Abm] Ronnie.
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[Abm] _ _ [E] _ _ _ I'm really, really [Gb] running out of patience.
[Abm] _ [E] Timing, timing, timing.
All about timing, [Gb] timing, timing.
Sit [Abm] back in my chair, [E] relaxing and reclining.
He has not a care in the world, [Eb] no I'm lying.
Taking all [Ab] these meds to the [E] face, got me flying.
[Dm] Taking all these meds to [Gb] the face, got me dying.
Smoke from [Abm] my mind, frying.
High in dread, [E] high in crime.
None of the pain while I [Gb] stay in the yard, yeah I'm pricing.
Juice [Ab] like Tupac, [E] Chacor, no ice tea.
Dementia, Louis V, that [Gb] will be icy.
Wedding [Abm] ring, better things, [E] better have wifey.
Only things, not me, me, [Gb] from his heart, [Abm] like.
The devil in my phone, [E] he wanna talk.
But I'm not really [Gb] up for conversations.
_ [Abm] I can't have my cake and [E] eat it too.
_ I just [Gb] gotta make a reservation.
[Abm] Chilling in my [E] head, but it's hot.
_ Flames [Gb] everywhere, I see Satan.
[Abm] Demons try to run [B] up in my spot, a lot.
[E] Really, really [Gb] running out of patience.
[Abm] I'm waiting, [E]
waiting, waiting.
Sitting up, waiting, [Ebm] waiting, waiting. _
[Abm] Contemplating, [E] my heart racing.
Feels like I'ma die every [Gb] second of the day.
So I [Ab] gotta get high.
[E] _ Ain't no coming down, ain't no [Gb] coming down, why?
My anxiety [Abm] bring me down, that's [Ab] the fucking downside.
It's like every time I ball, I just end up [Abm] offside.
_ [E] This light of mine, [Gb] goes dim [Abm] tonight.
[E] Will I be alright?
Let me guess, [Gb] no answer, [Abm] alright.
The devil in my phone, he wanna [Ab] talk.
But I'm not [Gb] really up for conversations.
[Abm] I can't have my [E] cake and eat it too.
_ I just gotta [Gb] make a reservation.
[Abm] Chilling in my [Ab] head, but it's hot. _
Flames everywhere, [Gb] I see Satan.
_ [Abm] Demons try [E] to run up in my spot, a lot.
Really, [Gb] really running out of patience. _
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_ [E] My [Eb] diamonds just broke through.
My diamonds just broke through.
My diamonds just broke through.
[B] My diamonds just broke through.
My diamonds just broke through.
_ [G] Run up on me, then I blam it.
I'm freestyling, [Dm] no camera.
Pull up on him, then I'm [B] shooting.
I don't give a fuck, I shit on him no manners.
[D] Bitch, I'm the best, yes.
Dressed to impress, [E] yes.
Gucci my neck, VVS wrist.
My color chest, yes.
Pull up and I shoot your bitch right in her breast.
I don't got respect, nigga, I [B] disrespect.
I feel like a pit coming straight for your [E] neck.
These niggas ain't shit and they know I'm up next.
I'm making [Dm] a plat after plat after plat.
[Dbm] You run up on me, you get popped like a flat.
If your [G] bitch got a ass, she can hit from the back.
All I know is get the cash on the [A] go.
Pull up on me, then I shoot at your [Eb] hoe.
All I know is [B] get the cash, I'm in my bag.
Nigga, you already know.
Follow these niggas to Derrick to Rose.
All of my [N] niggas get money for show.
Run up on me, then I'm shooting my Ruga on me.
And I'm sitting at your front door.
Down in my house, no matambo.
Ryu hit him with a combo.
But you cannot shoot him, then I'm gone go.
Nigga, stop shooting till I pull up, whoa.
What the six, no Toronto.
I'm a hitter, nigga, no combo.
I'm a rapper, I'm a fucking b-go.
Malachi in the back, still stomping.
What do you make you dance like you crumping?
I'm in the UK eating crumpets.
Niggas ain't shit to me, they ain't nothing.
Pull up on me, I'm shooting, yeah, I'm busting.
How much on head I gave you a concussion?
Feel like a TNT, bitch, it's combustion.
All of my niggas get money, no nothing. _ _ _ _ _
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