Red Bull Lyrics – Juice WRLD

Read the full Red Bull lyrics by Juice WRLD and NyxFusion along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Juice Wrld’s music, you can also explore Green Beast and Never Switch, two other songs by Juice Wrld.

(Intro)
Yeah, yeah
Uh, too much octane in my fu*king veins, man
Formula 1 speed, I’m crashing out the chicane
Red Bull Racing with the grim reaper, look
Yeah

(Chorus)
Chasing all these fu*king demons with a Red Bull and a pill
Max Verstappen pace, man, this s*it is too real
They say this fu*king lifestyle gonna get a n!gga killed
Podium finish, but my heart can’t even stay still

Overdosing on the toxic s*it I try to hid
ot the Red Bull wings, but I’m fu*king dying inside
Yeah, I’m dying inside, oh, fu*k

(Verse 1)
Pour a line of that tech right in the Sugarfree can
Full throttle on the track, it wasn’t part of thе plan
My heart beating 200 BPM, moving like an F1 fan
Christian Hornеr calling, but I’m out here losing my hand
Red Bull, blue edition, mixed with the white codeine
Max and Checo wouldn’t even face the horrors I’ve seen
Need the energy to function, need the downer to sleep
Box, box, pit stop, yeah, the price is too steep
Fu*k a rehab, fu*k a doctor, I’m a do what I want
Got a paddock full of cans that I use just to flaunt
Adrian Newey couldn’t fix the design of my brain
DRS open, but I’m stuck in the rain
Wings on my back, flying straight through the check-flag
Overdose creeping, got my mind in a body bag

(Chorus)
Chasing all these fu*king demons with a Red Bull and a pill
Max Verstappen pace, man, this s*it is too real
They say this fu*king lifestyle gonna get a n!gga killed
Podium finish, but my heart can’t even stay still

Overdosing on the toxic s*it I try to hid
ot the Red Bull wings, but I’m fu*king dying inside
Yeah, I’m dying inside

(Verse 2)
Man, fu*k everybody talking, they don’t know my pain
Got a V6 turbo rusting out my fu*king brain
Trying to outrun the pressure, trying to stay sane
But the energy and codeine running straight through my vein
Crack open another can, hear the fu*king hiss
Monaco GP, drifting right off the abyss
Paranoia got me sweating, staring at the telemetry
I’m a slave to the substance, losing all my chemistry
B!tches screaming in my ear that I’m taking too much
But the Red Bull rush is the only thing I touch
When the anxiety hits and I’m losing my clutch
Engine blowout, use the drügs as a crutch

(Outro)
Yeah, use it as a crutch, fu*k
Another empty Red Bull can on the garage floor
Heart racing 300 miles an hour, then it ain’t no more
Milton Keynes engineering can’t save my soul for sure
Yeah, fu*k… turn the grid lights out