Tied Down

**Tied Down** is a remix to the unreleased song, No Laces, by Juice WRLD. The song is the twenty-second remix to be posted on Red Limits' second channel on June 8, 2022, but is the ninety-fifth remix of all remixes.

## Description

On "Tied Down", Juice WRLD raps about his appearance, especially how he likes his Margiela shoes, and how he lives his life. Red produces an instrumental in which has a BPM of 146 and a key of F minor. Red uploads a Skyler Graphics cover art of Juice WRLD wearing a ring connected to every finger.

## Lyrics

Wear my Margielas with no laces, 'ces, 'ce (*R-R-R-Red Limits go crazy!*)

Wear my Margielas with no laces, I hate being tied down

I don't like to wait bae, I fake need it right now

Waking up, sun in my eyes in a big house

Morning wood, smackdown, I'ma blow her back out

Next week I may fly out to Japan just to vibe out

Spend a couple thou' on my pants, I'ma cash cow

Every day I'm on cash route, big dog, make a n\*gga back down

Rick Ross, pockets all fat now, did it without the crack house

Oh-oh, I'ma live my life on go

Forever in my glow

Got the money coming in like go, go, go

All alone, I'm in my groove

If they say I'm anti-social you've been lied to

Ain't nothin' telling what I might do

In a shuttle, driving top with thе sunroof

Ain't no telling who I might screw

I'm just playing, bae, I only want you, you, you

For you, all of thеse things, I would do

Oh, oh (Oh, oh)

Wear my Margielas with no laces, I hate being tied down

I don't like to wait bae, I fake need it right now

Waking up, sun in my eyes in a big house

Morning wood, smackdown, I'ma blow her back out

Next week I may fly out to Japan just to vibe out

Spend a couple thou' on my pants, I'ma cash cow

Every day I'm on cash route, big dog, make a n\*gga back down

Rick Ross, pockets all fat now, did it without the crack house

Holdin' it down, run the town, smoking a pound, with my dogs

Guns work like merry-go-around, spin 'em 'round and make 'em fall

Uh, yeah, in love, I fall, make love and design the drugs

Ain't no feeling like fuckin' your broad

Especially you know that's your broad

Especially you know it's not a facade

The magic touch, make it divine

I'm a static shock, an electric boy

You let me in when I feel destroyed

I light up the night like the end of the tunnel

Then make her ride like a bike, Lance Armstrong how I fuck her

Ragu, how I'm drippin' on you, I don't follow the rules

Riding around, hell flames consumed my cool

Can you not tell I'm consuming you?

I can't fly well, you're my rocket fuel

Wear my Margielas with no laces, I hate being tied down

I don't like to wait bae, I fake need it right now

Waking up, sun in my eyes in a big house

Morning wood, smackdown, I'ma blow her back out

Next week I may fly out to Japan just to vibe out

Spend a couple thou' on my pants, I'ma cash cow

Every day I'm on cash route, big dog, make a n\*gga back down

Rick Ross, pockets all fat now, did it without the crack house

Wear my Margielas with no laces, I hate being tied down

I don't like to wait bae, I fake need it right now

Waking up, sun in my eyes in a big house

Morning wood, smackdown, I'ma blow her back out

Next week I may fly out to Japan just to vibe out

Spend a couple thou' on my pants, I'ma cash cow

Every day I'm on cash route, big dog, make a n\*gga back down

Rick Ross, pockets all fat now, did it without the crack house