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NADA lyrics by JUV3Y

Just a young white savage
Spend my money on bills and drugs
I’m a young broke boy
Just trying to feel some love
Just a young white savage
Spend my money on bills and drugs
Just a young broke boy
Just trying to feel some love

Tick tock goes the clock
Yeah I’m running out of time
They try to kill me
No they can’t free me
Such a pretty disguise
I almost fell for the lies
Jew v , Jew v, Jew v
Yeah three times (6)
Boom goes the dynamite
I’m bout to dip out
You ain’t smoking on the bud
You saying shit for the clout
These fuckers swear they artists
To me they my next target
Boy I told your ass to stop it
All your money, you ain’t gotta flaunt it

Tick tock goes the clock
As I waste my life away
Tick tock goes the clock
Yeah I waste my life away
Tick tock goes the clock
As I waste my life away
Tick tock goes the clock
You ain’t got shit to say

You ain’t got shit to say
You ain’t got shit to say
You ain’t got shit to say
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You ain’t got shit to say
You ain’t got shit to say
You ain’t got, aye
You ain’t got, aye

Juvey the bastard
Wicked spell caster
Searching for some answers
I got no master
Talking to the pastor
Choking on some fire
God is a liar
Soon to retire
Retire from this life
Yeah I got a knife
Yeah I’m bout to slice
Call the poltergeist
Yeah I got no Christ
Yeah I got no God
Got no goals in my mind
Yeah I paid my price
Yeah I paid it twice
Lines I’m gon splice
Ice up my nose
I’m bout to sniff it up
I’m bout to chop it up
I tried to knock it off
But now I’m stuck
Stuck thinking imma get a final buzz
Stuck thinking imma be stuck
While my life going well
I’ll see you fuckers down in hell
If it ain’t hard to tell
I throw the wishes in the well
They say time shall tell hoe

Cause
You ain’t got shit to say
Cause
You ain’t got
You ain’t got shit to say
Cause
You ain’t got
You ain’t got

You ain’t got shit to say
No shit to say
You ain’t got shit to say
Aye aye yeah yeah
You ain’t got shit to say
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You ain’t got shit to say
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You ain’t got shit to say

Boy I got tiger blood in veins
Boy I am so clinically insane
Boy I got all these drugs in my brain
I’m rising up
To my fame
Cause I sold my soul
And I won’t get it back
I need all the money and a bitch with ass that’s fat
When I check up on my stats
Juvey be right on track
On the track for the racks
Listen to your shit and it’s very whack

Follow me, follow us
I can’t breath, y’all so sus
Bitch shut the fuck up

Cause you ain’t got shit to say
You ain’t got shit to say
Lame
Six six six