Lyrics of '734' by Juice WRLD

Off-White on the G-Fazo's
Her love's dead, think it needs a halo
I'm in my head, damn it, I think too much
Now I'm getting tear stains on the bankrolls
Bro said: If she wanna leave, I should let go
Heart saying: If she leave, we're going with her, let's go
I don't wanna let go, girl from 7.3.4

Time, time heals all wounds
But time can leave the nastiest scars
This happened too soon
I'm starting to think that I don't know who ya' are
Pills get popped as your love gets stopped
You just sit and watch as I wheeze and cough
I can't breathe at all, I can't breathe it off
I can't breathe with all the pain involved

Off-White on the G-Fazo's
Her love's dead, think it needs a halo
I'm in my head, damn it, I think too much
Now I'm getting tear stains on the bankrolls
Bro said: If she wanna leave, I should let go
Heart saying: If she leave, we're going with her, let's go
I don't wanna let go, girl from 7.3.4

In the studio getting high with the bros
Eyes get big when I see you're texting my phone
Codependent, yeah, I hate being alone
And everyone knows
Now I got to deal with this rain again
The same rain that you made go away
Now I gotta deal with this heart-throbbin' pain again
The pain feel like it never go away
Girl, never say you can't forgive me for my mistakes
You do things to make me ache, but I love you so much
I'll wait for however long it takes

Off-White on the G-Fazo's
Her love's dead, think it needs a halo
I'm in my head, damn it, I think too much
Now I'm getting tear stains on the bankrolls
Bro said: If she wanna leave, I should let go
Heart saying: If she leave, we're going with her, let's go
I don't wanna let go, girl from 7. 3. 4

I walk alone in the end
I know we're better off enemies
You thought I was gonna say, friends
Bitch, you gotta be fucking kidding me
I put my foot inside the industry
You cut my heart just like a menstrual bleed
But I ain't never been a pussy you see (huh)
I was only after pussy you see (huh)
I been balling like a rookie you see, uuh
What I'm smoking on is that cookie OG, huh, yeah
Ayy, huh, I'm as high as can be
Fly as can be, sad as can be, mad as can be
Pull up, shooting on they ass that's just me, huh
Ball like CP-3, that is just me, uuh
Fucking that bitch from that back as we speak, uuh
You don't like me (huh), that's incomplete, uuh
Without you here my life's incomplete
I tell you to stay, you say you gon’ leave
I try to book your ticket you take the phone away from me

Three days, all pills, no food (no food, no food)
My life, no love, no you (no you)
That's real, three days no food, all pills (all pills)
No one cares how I feel (I feel)
It's all about making dollar bills, so I feel it
Straight pills no food for the last three days
How am I alive I bet you're amazed
You say life's a book, go and turn a page
You say that it's over, walk out in a rage
You swing you miss, I won't hit back
I blow a kiss, you won't kiss back
I don't play roles but I know how to act, then that's a fact
Know what happens after that?
I know you hate it when I backtrack
I'm lying cause I'm scared of the truth, yeah
But you still know the truth, yeah, yeah!

Off-White on the G-Fazo's
Her love's dead, think it needs a halo
I'm in my head, damn it, I think too much
Now I'm getting tear stains on the bankrolls
Bro said: If she wanna leave, I should let go
Heart saying: If she leave, we're going with her, let's go
I don't wanna let go, girl from 7. 3. 4

Big homie told me that I shouldn't in the first place
You came in my life and shook it like an earthquake
Fuck your earthquake, I got a choppa that'll make the fucking earth shake, yeah
Take pills, chase thrills
Fuck fake shit, get real
What's the haps? What's the deal?
Shoot and craps, I'm gambling still
I don't think you’re good enough to be an ex
Hope you crying when you see my drivin' in an X
If you wanna call, I may respond with a text
Feel like Terry Crews, bitch, cause ya I'm finna flex
Even though it hurts I'ma still make the money go
Pull up on the scene knock 'em down (huh), Dominos
Speaking of these bad hoes, I got a few of those
Ayy, . 40 give a nigga kiss, mistletoe

You told me that everything was the same
You told me that it wouldn't be different
But, you told me that I was different
And I listened, I listened, looking at the other guys as competition
I get it, yeah, I admit it, yeah
Wish I never ever took you home and hit it, yeah
Wished I popped a xanny and forget it, yeah!

These hoes will fuck your head up, then fuck your bread up
Bro told me keep my head up, he say I'm next up
He say I'm on there next now, yeah, I'm the king and this bitch better bow down
I won't walk, I'ma just run the damn town
Not no bartender, but my gun got rounds
Fuck nigga calm down, I got it on me right now
She tried to swing on me, took everything had to knock her lights out
I been ballin' hard, I'm super crazy with this white hoe
I remember rolling swishes, rollin' whiteouts
Now I got the off-white whites out

Off-White on the G-Fazo's
Her love's dead, think it needs a halo
I'm in my head, damn it, I think too much
Now I'm getting tear stains on the bankrolls
Bro said: If she wanna leave, I should let go
Heart saying: If she leave, we're going with her, let's go
I don't wanna let go, girl from 7. 3. 4

You're not a clout chaser, just a heartbreaker
Mind eraser, not real you a faker
Watch me ball on you super hard, like a Laker
Watch me go back and fuck your friends, I'm a player
I don't wanna do it, but I may have to
I made a mistake when I came and I grabbed you
Cupid in the cut, he got the knife he stabbed you
I should've picked it up and jabbed too
Cold blood, in your veins, cold blood, in your veins
No shame, in your game, no change
So heartbroken, that I threw up
Now I'm looking for a dirty cup
Yea, a double cup, two hoes gotta double up
That still ain't enough, without you it's just not enough
It's to the point where you're giving up, yeah, yeah
It's about that time, to the point where you're giving up, yeah, yeah, it's about that time
New York, back to LA, I'm stuck inside my ways
G-Money hold the money straight, yeah
G-Money know these bitches fake, yeah
You run-up, then you catch a K, yeah
G-Money say he keep it, ayy, yeah we keep it, ayy
This my money shit, this is not a game

These hoes will fuck your head up, then fuck your bread up
Lately, I've been fed-up, bitch got me messed up
Yeah, I had to fess-up, made a confession
I say do you wanna leave? Made a suggestion
But, you didn't have to take, another one bites the dust
Another heart out with love, another girl out to lust
I'm just another sad boy when I'm off the drugs, another call to the plug
I need an eighth of Wockhardt that's love, I need a pound of OG that's love, but she's not love
I remember where we first met, yeah
Hollywood Hotels was the first place, I remember when we first met, yeah
You weren't tryna let me nail on the first, babe
Hoes come, and hoes leave, she said that she love me I said: Bitch, ho, please
You know you can't ho me, no more cuffing bitches I am not the police
Now it's 'bout the money, take your shoes off 'lil bitch no you can't run me, (huh)
You can't run me, I don't know what's gotten into me
This bitch was really fucking me up, mentally
I really thought that this shit was gon be meant to be
Y'all don't know what that shit meant to me, now I'm gon' fuck this bitch up instrumentally

Three days, all pills, no food
It's just my love, my heart, but no you
And see, I thought I was bulletproof until cupid started sliding through, yeah
Then you made your move, I didn't have a clue
That I would end up on misery avenue, yeah, yeah
You gon' help me ease the pain, now that you in the pain

Off-White on the G-Fazo's
Her love's dead, think it needs a halo
I'm in my head, damn it, I think too much
Now I'm getting tear stains on the bankrolls
Bro said: If she wanna leave, I should let go
Heart saying: If she leave, we're going with her, let's go
I don't wanna let go, girl from 7. 3. 4