Nu Americana Lyrics

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