Julez Xavier - Nu Americana

Bullshit fodder fool ya know they got ya
Making up for the full sins of the father
Woah
Gucci Prada Nu Americana
You can not hide a nuisance in designer
No
Timebomb ticking no one ever listen
Thinking that it's a new Him fully risen
So
My sole mission get them out the kitchen
I don't fuck with the new simp definition
No
Where the noose at where the news at
Need to call Blue get a goddamn clue back
Go
Who'd he shoot at did he shoot back
Now they want to get the footy can we shoot that
No
Where'd they find it so excited it
Was it murder could've been the suicide shit
Oh
She the side chick where they find this
They just talking nonsense so they hide shit
Oh

That don't make sense
That don't make sense
That don't make sense
That don't make sense
Not gon' take that
Not gon' take that
Not gon' take that
Not gon' take that

Running for the cash hella fast
Head down wait you can last through the mass like
Feeling like a blast from the past
Neutron brain trying to grasp for the class like
Telling me I'm smart on the chart
Don't know where to go or to start pick a part right
Oh
Check a Walmart for the cart
Act like I forgot that the art from the heart right
Oh
I don't know I don't know I don't know
I don't know I don't know I don't know shit right
I don't know I don't know I don't know
I don't know I don't know I'ma just dip like
Oh

Now that make sense
Now that make sense
Now that make sense
Now that make sense
I'ma take that
I'ma take that
I'ma take that
I'ma take that

Written by:
Julian Green

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