Paroles de la chanson Let's Ride par Juice WRLD
Oh-uh
Oh (Danny, I see you)
Wouldn't wanna be you
Think these drugs really startin' to affect my mood swings (For real)
And the way I do things (For real)
Sometimes I feel like Bruce Wayne (Uh-huh), sometimes I feel like Liu Kang (Let's go, uh-huh)
Like I could beat any nigga ass (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
What is you sayin'? (Uh-huh)
You know we shoot thangs, gang (Brrt-brrt-brtt-brtt)
Go 'head, touch on this bulge in my pants, give me an erection (Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on baby)
But don't do that shit when we in the club, 'cause that's my Smith & Wesson (Hold on, baby, brrt-brrt)
Oh (Danny, I see you)
Wouldn't wanna be you
Think these drugs really startin' to affect my mood swings (For real)
And the way I do things (For real)
Sometimes I feel like Bruce Wayne (Uh-huh), sometimes I feel like Liu Kang (Let's go, uh-huh)
Like I could beat any nigga ass (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
What is you sayin'? (Uh-huh)
You know we shoot thangs, gang (Brrt-brrt-brtt-brtt)
Go 'head, touch on this bulge in my pants, give me an erection (Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on baby)
But don't do that shit when we in the club, 'cause that's my Smith & Wesson (Hold on, baby, brrt-brrt)
I'ma leave his block with a message (Yeah, yeah, yeah, braow-braow-braow)
Go 'head and grab the extended clip, go and fill it up with hollow tips (Yeah, come on)
I ain't no anti-violence kid, I keep them bitches in self-defense (Brrt-brrt-brrt, facts)
I mean, come on, it's a brick on my wrist (Yeah)
All these diamonds be dancin', they jealous of it (Gleam, gleam, yeah)
"Jesus, I think he at it again" (Yeah, uh)
Got an AP on AP, no Patekin' him (Let's go, uh-huh)
Say you want smoke wit' lil' ole me, I'ma feed you to my savages then (Come on, get 'em)
Huh, got a habit to keep automatics (I do, what else?)
I'ma stash 'em up under my mattress (I do, what else?)
Go 'head and grab the extended clip, go and fill it up with hollow tips (Yeah, come on)
I ain't no anti-violence kid, I keep them bitches in self-defense (Brrt-brrt-brrt, facts)
I mean, come on, it's a brick on my wrist (Yeah)
All these diamonds be dancin', they jealous of it (Gleam, gleam, yeah)
"Jesus, I think he at it again" (Yeah, uh)
Got an AP on AP, no Patekin' him (Let's go, uh-huh)
Say you want smoke wit' lil' ole me, I'ma feed you to my savages then (Come on, get 'em)
Huh, got a habit to keep automatics (I do, what else?)
I'ma stash 'em up under my mattress (I do, what else?)
Bring 'em out when the opps wanna battle (Come on, uh-huh)
Bring 'em out when the rats wanna tattle (Come on, uh-huh)
He a snake, yeah, I know it, he rattled (Uh-huh, he a snake)
All this Wock', I'ma drop in a Snapple (Uh-huh)
I be high, I don't beef with no rappers (Uh-uh, go)
Never leavin' my brothers, it's tatted on me
Hit the streets if you want my credentials (That's facts)
Everybody know Kyro now, I call him up, we put shots at yo' mental (What up bro? That's facts)
We push up in the coupe that go 200, even though everyone in it is 150 (On Vito)
Drop the price on my wrist, it was 200
Plus a few hundred more, if you get me (Yeah)
Bring 'em out when the rats wanna tattle (Come on, uh-huh)
He a snake, yeah, I know it, he rattled (Uh-huh, he a snake)
All this Wock', I'ma drop in a Snapple (Uh-huh)
I be high, I don't beef with no rappers (Uh-uh, go)
Never leavin' my brothers, it's tatted on me
Hit the streets if you want my credentials (That's facts)
Everybody know Kyro now, I call him up, we put shots at yo' mental (What up bro? That's facts)
We push up in the coupe that go 200, even though everyone in it is 150 (On Vito)
Drop the price on my wrist, it was 200
Plus a few hundred more, if you get me (Yeah)
Then I went put a watch on my Mrs. (Uh)
It was the talk of the town, couldn't miss it (Uh-huh, yeah)
What I'm tryna say is, get realistic (Uh-huh, yeah)
I'm really rich, you niggas is richless (Uh-huh, yeah)
I spent yo' rent on my family Christmas (Uh-huh, yeah)
I got everything that was on they wishlist (For real, yeah)
Yeah, and don't go broke tryna prove me wrong
For your sake, I wouldn't risk it (Bitch, let's get it)
My wave, they gon' ride, yeah, ride, yeah, ride (Ride)
She wanna get in my ride, yeah, ride, yeah, ride (Ride)
It was the talk of the town, couldn't miss it (Uh-huh, yeah)
What I'm tryna say is, get realistic (Uh-huh, yeah)
I'm really rich, you niggas is richless (Uh-huh, yeah)
I spent yo' rent on my family Christmas (Uh-huh, yeah)
I got everything that was on they wishlist (For real, yeah)
Yeah, and don't go broke tryna prove me wrong
For your sake, I wouldn't risk it (Bitch, let's get it)
My wave, they gon' ride, yeah, ride, yeah, ride (Ride)
She wanna get in my ride, yeah, ride, yeah, ride (Ride)
I do not comply, no comply, no comply (No comply)
Why? 'Cause I'm way too high, but shit, get inside (Come on, baby)
Buckle up, let's go for a ride (Yeah)
Hop in a spaceship
Police try to follow, I'm too evasive (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Codeine baby bottles, I've been abusive (Yeah)
Brand-new Diablo, 'member Monte Carlo
Now I'm swervin', listening to my music (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah)
Kids rage-rage-rage-rage to it (Yeah), last night too high, I couldn't do it (Yeah)
I just be overly under the influence (Uh-huh)
But I'm in my zone, E.T. (Uh), phone when I'm on my way home (Uh, uh)
My main thing just got a new thong, seen her put it on, so I did her all night long (Uh, uh, uh, come on, bae, come on, baby)
Why? 'Cause I'm way too high, but shit, get inside (Come on, baby)
Buckle up, let's go for a ride (Yeah)
Hop in a spaceship
Police try to follow, I'm too evasive (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Codeine baby bottles, I've been abusive (Yeah)
Brand-new Diablo, 'member Monte Carlo
Now I'm swervin', listening to my music (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah)
Kids rage-rage-rage-rage to it (Yeah), last night too high, I couldn't do it (Yeah)
I just be overly under the influence (Uh-huh)
But I'm in my zone, E.T. (Uh), phone when I'm on my way home (Uh, uh)
My main thing just got a new thong, seen her put it on, so I did her all night long (Uh, uh, uh, come on, bae, come on, baby)
Next night in the studio all night long (Uh, yeah)
On that mic, I can't do wrong (Uh, uh, uh-huh)
Off of them Percs, make drug songs (Uh, uh)
Off of them Percs, make love songs (What else?)
Off of them Percs, make thug songs (Uh, what else?)
Brtt, totin' them gun songs (What else?)
"I could fuck yo' mom" songs (What else?)
Osama bin Laden, "I'm the bomb" songs (Yeah-yeah)
Talking with diamonds in my mouth, conversations while I floss
Dinner reservation, lobster on my plate, bitch, I'm a boss
My wave, they gon' ride, yeah, ride, yeah, ride (Ride)
She wanna get in my ride, yeah, ride, yeah, ride (Ride)
On that mic, I can't do wrong (Uh, uh, uh-huh)
Off of them Percs, make drug songs (Uh, uh)
Off of them Percs, make love songs (What else?)
Off of them Percs, make thug songs (Uh, what else?)
Brtt, totin' them gun songs (What else?)
"I could fuck yo' mom" songs (What else?)
Osama bin Laden, "I'm the bomb" songs (Yeah-yeah)
Talking with diamonds in my mouth, conversations while I floss
Dinner reservation, lobster on my plate, bitch, I'm a boss
My wave, they gon' ride, yeah, ride, yeah, ride (Ride)
She wanna get in my ride, yeah, ride, yeah, ride (Ride)
I do not comply, no comply, no comply (No comply)
Why? 'Cause I'm way too high, but shit, get inside (Come on, baby)
Buckle up, let's go for a ride (Yeah, ride)
Why? 'Cause I'm way too high, but shit, get inside (Come on, baby)
Buckle up, let's go for a ride (Yeah, ride)
Que racontent les paroles de la chanson Let's Ride de Juice WRLD ?
La voiture, le flingue, et tout le reste
Il y a quelque chose de vertigineux dans la façon dont Juice WRLD ouvre ce morceau. Pas d'intro posée, pas de mise en contexte — on est directement projeté dans son flux de conscience, quelque part entre l'euphorie chimique et la paranoïa armée. "I think these drugs really startin' to affect my mood swings" (je crois que ces drogues commencent vraiment à affecter mes sautes d'humeur) : la confession arrive au détour d'une ligne, presque désinvolte, avant que le beat reprenne ses droits.
Un héros de jeu vidéo sous Percocet
Ce qui frappe d'emblée, c'est la façon dont Juice WRLD habite ses références pop. Bruce Wayne, Liu Kang — il se glisse dans ces peaux de personnages invincibles avec une aisance troublante, comme si la drogue lui permettait d'accéder à une version augmentée de lui-même. Sauf que derrière la carapace, le morceau laisse filtrer les failles. La montre à deux cents mille, les diamants qui dansent au poignet, la Lamborghini Diablo qui a remplacé la Monte Carlo — tout ça ressemble moins à de la fierté qu'à une liste de preuves que le chemin parcouru est bien réel. "Get realistic, I'm really rich, you niggas is richless" (soyons réalistes, je suis vraiment riche, vous n'avez rien) : la punchline claque, mais elle sent l'insécurité derrière le vernis.
Buckle up
Le refrain est une invitation, presque douce malgré tout ce qui précède. "Buckle up, let's go for a ride" — attache ta ceinture, on y va. La voiture comme métaphore totale : l'argent, la vitesse, la fuite de la police, la fuite de soi-même. Le deuxième couplet bascule dans quelque chose de plus hallucinatoire, "hop in a spaceship" (monte dans le vaisseau spatial), la route devient orbite, le swerve devient apesanteur. Juice WRLD passait d'une nuit en studio à une nuit dans les bras d'une femme, puis revenait au micro, comme si dormir eût été une perte de temps qu'il ne pouvait pas se permettre. On connaît la suite. Ce morceau, lui, garde cette énergie brute et un peu incontrôlée — celle d'un gamin génial qui conduisait trop vite.
Il y a quelque chose de vertigineux dans la façon dont Juice WRLD ouvre ce morceau. Pas d'intro posée, pas de mise en contexte — on est directement projeté dans son flux de conscience, quelque part entre l'euphorie chimique et la paranoïa armée. "I think these drugs really startin' to affect my mood swings" (je crois que ces drogues commencent vraiment à affecter mes sautes d'humeur) : la confession arrive au détour d'une ligne, presque désinvolte, avant que le beat reprenne ses droits.
Un héros de jeu vidéo sous Percocet
Ce qui frappe d'emblée, c'est la façon dont Juice WRLD habite ses références pop. Bruce Wayne, Liu Kang — il se glisse dans ces peaux de personnages invincibles avec une aisance troublante, comme si la drogue lui permettait d'accéder à une version augmentée de lui-même. Sauf que derrière la carapace, le morceau laisse filtrer les failles. La montre à deux cents mille, les diamants qui dansent au poignet, la Lamborghini Diablo qui a remplacé la Monte Carlo — tout ça ressemble moins à de la fierté qu'à une liste de preuves que le chemin parcouru est bien réel. "Get realistic, I'm really rich, you niggas is richless" (soyons réalistes, je suis vraiment riche, vous n'avez rien) : la punchline claque, mais elle sent l'insécurité derrière le vernis.
Buckle up
Le refrain est une invitation, presque douce malgré tout ce qui précède. "Buckle up, let's go for a ride" — attache ta ceinture, on y va. La voiture comme métaphore totale : l'argent, la vitesse, la fuite de la police, la fuite de soi-même. Le deuxième couplet bascule dans quelque chose de plus hallucinatoire, "hop in a spaceship" (monte dans le vaisseau spatial), la route devient orbite, le swerve devient apesanteur. Juice WRLD passait d'une nuit en studio à une nuit dans les bras d'une femme, puis revenait au micro, comme si dormir eût été une perte de temps qu'il ne pouvait pas se permettre. On connaît la suite. Ce morceau, lui, garde cette énergie brute et un peu incontrôlée — celle d'un gamin génial qui conduisait trop vite.