thE jUicE bOx Lyrics

Welcome to the juice box

Hop up on this beat like I'm fucking trans Tupac

Ya bitch my super secret vault requires two locks

Got this fucking trash on deck bitch I'm too stocked

With this

Brain rot bullshit I guess

There's nothing deep or profound to unpack

Just my mess

No heat for the crowd, just me, my distress

I got nothing for the world but me, I confess

What's the point of making music?

Everything is fucking useless

I don't know if I can do this

God I feel so fucking stupid

What's the point of making music?

Everything is fucking useless

I don't know if I can do this

God I feel so fucking stupid

Life is a problem, the solution is death

If you wanna know the strain, you can smell on my breath

Thought I fucking got em, but they still in the depths

There's always someone fucking asking for some shit like it's meth

Stay mad nigga imma do me

Once I got the swag motherfucker, you'll see

Bitch slap on a pussy, grody

They offered me some peace, and I said "no please"

No need for the fake shit

No more fake shit please

Fake shit

No more fake shit please

No need for the fake shit

No more fake shit please

Fake shit

No more fake shit please

Welcome to the juice box

Hop up on this beat like I'm fucking trans Tupac

Ya bitch my super secret vault requires two locks

Got this fucking trash on deck bitch I'm too stocked

With this

Fake shit

No more fake shit please

Fake shit

No more fake shit please

Fake shit

No more fake shit please

Fake shit

No more fake shit please

Don't expect nothing, this shit is just music

You talk all your trash but real life, you won't do shit

If I get opportunity, I'll abuse it

Go fuck yourself if you think this ain't juice's

Don't expect nothing, this shit is just music

You talk all your trash but real life, you won't do shit

If I get opportunity, I'll abuse it

Go fuck yourself if you think this ain't juice's