Miss The Rage lyrics

[Intro:]

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Prescription meds, all in my head
I'm so high, I don't know what I said
Misunderstood, that's understood
Just as I want, I do just as I should
All I know is get the cash, get the bag, all that
Got a choppa on my hip, I let it blast, fall back
f*ck a bad b*tch then kick her out, what you call that?
American Idol, she was trying out, ain't no call back
Every day I ball 'till I foul out, oh yeah
n*ggas talkin' stupid, I ain't want they ass in here
Red beam on the glizzy, shoot you down like a reindeer
With them red coats, I feel like I'm Paul Revere
Juice WRLD, it's Juice WRLD
I split this sh*t in two worlds, for your girl
I gave your b*tch her own world, that's her world
She still live in Juice WRLD, in Juice WRLD, oh
Catch me if you can
Choppa from a different country, that b*tch from Iran
It's funny when I up it, them n*ggas said I ran
I never gave no f*ck, I'm on my f*cking sh*t again
Every day I get buckets, I just told your b*tch to suck it
If you ain't talkin' 'bout money, f*ck it
I'm gon' go ahead and change the subject
Thinkin' nothin' of it, bake a n*gga like a oven
Told this b*tch I need some lovin'
After that, she sucked it
[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Brrah, brrah (I miss the rage)
Ohhh (Brrah)
I feel too numb (Uh), I don't ever wanna feel this numb
I don't ever wanna feel this high
(Brrah)
But every day, I'm getting too f*cked up, then I won't die (Brrah, brrah, brrah)