Name: Nova Jim - Not Much Left to Save [Lo-Fi Original] by Nova Jim Tunes
Duration: 3 min 8 s
Description: My own original lo-fi track. Inspired by past events, this song was made as a thoughtful piece. Unlike me, you have something important in you. So don't give up!

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My own original lo-fi track. Inspired by past events, this song was made as a thoughtful piece. Unlike me, you have something important in you. So don't give up!

Nova Jim - Not Much Left to Save [Lo-Fi Original]

RAIN (feat. Shy Neppy)

Music Visualizer: 

https://youtu.be/OwuO0f2E9IY?si=yaj4UlgDKD19SXG_

Ran It Up (prod. spvceless)

Get Up! Stand Up! -F**k what all the haters say

Get up Stand up

Lyrics:

Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah, yeah, uh (woah)
Haha, you know what it is (uh-huh)
Lil’ wave, lil’ ice, lil’ joke (yeah, yeah)
I’m not flexin’, I’m educating—economics, baby (hah)
Let's go!

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, my bros stay on go, oh (skrrt)
I just pulled up in that glow, oh (shine)
Yeah, my neck like a snow globe, oh (bling)
She said “boy you changed” — I said “I know, oh” (haha)
Hop off the jet then I pose, oh (woah)
Used to be small, now I grow, oh (yeah, yeah)
My team too tight, we don’t fold, oh
All of my nigas stay bold, oh (brrah)

[Verse 1]
I get the bag, no delay (nah)
She call me “bae,” I say “okay” (yeah)
Drip look like it need a valet (drip, drip)
I walk in — DJ press replay (woo)
Mixin’ my soda with something expensive (huh)
Wrist talk back like it’s too defensive (shh)
Lil’ Mosey type chill with a smile so offensive (ayy)
Money too loud, now the room all extensive (pow)
She like my jokes, say I’m “playa-n-smart” (haha)
She wanna cuff but I’m breakin’ hearts (nah)
Walk in the mall, turn it to an art (drip)
Told her “I’m broke,” but that’s just the start (cap)

[Pre-Chorus]
(Yeah, yeah) They don’t get me (nah)
(What?) Too wavy, jet-ski (splash)
(Yeah!) My fit cost ten G’s (woo)
But I’m still eatin’ Wendy’s (haha, yeah)

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, my bros stay on go, oh (skrrt)
I just pulled up in that glow, oh (shine)
Yeah, my neck like a snow globe, oh (bling)
She said “boy you changed” — I said “I know, oh” (haha)
Hop off the jet then I pose, oh (woah)
Used to be small, now I grow, oh (yeah, yeah)
My team too tight, we don’t fold, oh
All of my nigas stay bold, oh (brrah)

[Verse 2]
(Yeah) Smile on my face but my bank look serious (uh)
Shawty want me ‘cause my vibe mysterious (huh)
They be askin’ “bro how you so curious?” (how?)
Told ‘em “Google me, it’s luxurious” (search me)
Steppin’ out clean like detergent (fresh)
My wave so deep, need a permit (dive)
Call me lil’ Tecca with a sermon (facts)
Money got layers like a turban (woah)
You flex for likes, I flex for rent (uh-huh)
Whole fit cost what your check meant (uh)
She say “damn you arrogant” (yeah)
I say “nah girl, I’m confident” (let’s go)

[Bridge]
(Haha) I’m laughin’ to the bank, it’s a sitcom (sitcom)
They talk numbers, but I just get some (get some)
All these zeros feel like kingdom come (come)
Pop champagne — oops, that’s a hiccup (hiccup, woah)

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, my bros stay on go, oh (skrrt)
I just pulled up in that glow, oh (shine)
Yeah, my neck like a snow globe, oh (bling)
She said “boy you changed” — I said “I know, oh” (haha)
Hop off the jet then I pose, oh (pose)
Used to be small, now I grow, oh (yeah, yeah)
My team too tight, we don’t fold, oh
All of my nigas stay bold, oh (pow)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah, we laughin’ all the way up (haha)
No stress, just checks, baby (woo)
Lil’ wave, lil’ flex, lil’ joke (yeah)
You know how we go — oh, oh (oh)

ON GO [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Slatt, yeah (Woo)
Slide through, paint drippin’ lime (YSL)
Haha, it’s a light day (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Pull-up in GLE slime (Skrrt)
That’s a lil’ different from bikes (Nah)
You do that post for them likes (Cap)
I do that shit for my stripes (Facts)
Ain’t no discount on vibes (Nah)
All of my racks in disguise (Ha)
She say she love me for height (What?)
I told her, nah, for the ice (Bling)
She got a crush on my sprite (Woo)
That purple thicker than lies (Yeah)
I pour it twice in the night (Sluuurp)
My drip got manners, it’s polite (Haha)

[Pre-Chorus]
Pull-up cleaner than tide (Fresh)
Who do it meaner than slime? (Nobody)
I see your shorty online (Damn)
That’s a lil’ tragic for guy (Brrra)
But that’s romantic for I (Haha)

[Chorus]
Pull-up more fluent than Thugga (Slatt)
Dress code: puddle, I’m flooded (Drip)
Cash talk, stutter, it’s stuttin’ (What)
Neck so cold, need a oven (Brrr)
Pull-up more fluent than Thugga (Yeah)
Dress code: puddle, I’m flooded (Splash)
Cash talk, stutter, it’s stuttin’ (Ayy)
Neck so cold, need a oven (Woo)

[Verse 2]
Fly, plane mode (Skrrt)
VVS, moonstone (Shine)
My chain swing bilingual (Hola)
Talk Dutch when I fly home (Haha)
My plug look like Post Malone (Yeah)
My phone sound like saxophone (Brrra)
My bitch think she Sharon Stone (Woo)
She ice cold, silicone (Damn)
YSL slime in the zone (Slatt)
Mix Dior with cologne (Drip)
You shop online with coupons (What?)
I shop with two phones (Flex)

[Bridge]
Money stretch, Laffy Taffy (Woo)
She call me daddy, not pappy (Haha)
I’m with twin in the Caddy (Slide)
We too slime for the family (Slatt)
Eat steak, still use a spork (Haha)
I mix the rich with the poor (Yeah)
Balmain jeans on the floor (Skrrt)
She said “You childish,” I snore (Zzz)

[Pre-Chorus]
Pull-up cleaner than tide (Yeah)
Who do it meaner than slime? (Nobody)
I see your shorty online (Damn)
That’s a lil’ tragic for guy (Brrra)
But that’s romantic for I (Haha)

[Chorus]
Pull-up more fluent than Thugga (Slatt)
Dress code: puddle, I’m flooded (Splash)
Cash talk, stutter, it’s stuttin’ (Yeah)
Neck so cold, need a oven (Woo)
Pull-up more fluent than Thugga (Slime)
Dress code: puddle, I’m flooded (Flooded)
Cash talk, stutter, it’s stuttin’ (Haha)
Neck so cold, need a oven (Brrr)

[Verse 3]
Off-white couch, I recline (Yeah)
She said “You toxic,” I sign (Okay)
I’m just a product of shine (Flex)
Chrome on my heart, not kind (Nah)
Pop out the roof, that’s divine (Skrrt)
I’m still allergic to lines (Facts)
These boys rehearsin’ they rhymes (Haha)
I freestyle meals with the slime (Woo)
Mix up the flow like gumbo (Yeah)
Don’t need a chain, my glow show (Bright)
Cartier lens in slow-mo (Flex)
I move like time on promo (Brrra)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Pull-up more fluent than Thugga (Slatt)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Haha)
Who do it meaner than slime? (Nobody)
Slide, slide (Woo)
YSL energy—(BRrrra)—Forever (Slime Talk)

Plane Mode [Prod. PMO Music]

Check Out V1 over Here:
https://soundcloud.com/pmo-music-ofc/another-one-prod-pmo-music

Check Out V2 over Here:
https://soundcloud.com/pmo-music-ofc/another-one-v2-prod-pmo-music

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(Yeah) (PMO Music)
Ey, ey, ey (Let's go)
(Whoa) (Yeah, yeah)
Big vibes only, no stress, we up (woo)
Balmain on me, I just doubled the cup (sip)
She wanna slide, but the stars in the truck (skrrt)
We don’t do fake, only real ones with us (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Clap, clap, she gonna clap it when I rap (clap)
Cartier frames while I’m countin’ this stack (stack)
Givenchy the fit, I ain’t never gon’ lack (nah)
Hop out the Ghost, see the stars in the back (woah)
She wanna vibe, said she love how I move (move)
Chanel on her bag, and her attitude rude (rude)
Balenci' the kicks, they matchin’ the mood (mood)
We don’t do basic, we break every rule (yeah)
Louis the scent when I walk through the room (woo)
Shorty a flower that bloomed in the gloom (bloom)
Came with her friend, now they both wanna zoom (zoom)
Jet to Ibiza, we leavin’ by noon (skrrt)

[Pre-Chorus]
All of this ice on me cold (brrr)
Shorty gon’ dance on the pole (woah)
Money keep fallin’, it fold (fold)
I never settle, I go (yeah)
Hop in that Bentley, recline (skrrt)
I told her, “You fine, you mine” (mine)
She sippin’ that Ace with lime (lime)
We livin’ that life so prime (let’s go)

[Chorus]
Shorty too fine, I might need me another one (another one)
Poppin’ that Rose’, we don’t care, we just havin’ fun (yeah)
Hop out in Prada, I’m shinin’ like under sun (bling)
Flexin’ in Fendi, they know I’m the chosen one (woah)
Drip like a ocean, I flood it up, flood it up (flooded up)
Stackin’ these racks, then I double up, double up (double up)
Shorty get loose when the bottle up, bottle up (yeah)
Hop in the Urus and I speed it up, speed it up (skrrt)

[Verse 2]
Saint Laurent linen, I’m light on the breeze (breeze)
Shorty wear Hermès, she move how she please (please)
Versace the frame, make it hard just to tease (yeah)
She whisper my name while I’m countin’ them Gs (woah)
Pull out that Amiri, it stick to the thigh (thigh)
Racks in my hand, I don’t even know why (nah)
Ferragamo scent, got her look in my eye (look)
She said she feel love, I said, “Girl, it’s the vibe” (vibe)
We in the skybox, toastin’ to life (cheers)
Poppin’ that Veuve, ain’t no stress, no strife (nah)
Celine on her waist, Dior on the side (side)
We just too lit, can’t tone down the high (woo)

[Pre-Chorus]
I just need checks, checks (checks)
She in the Lex’, Lex’ (Lex’)
We in the jets, jets (jets)
She love the flex, flex (flex)
Cuban chain swingin’ on froze (froze)
LV bag matchin’ her toes (toes)
Don’t gotta talk, they know (know)
Everywhere we go — it glows (let’s go)

[Chorus]
Shorty too fine, I might need me another one (another one)
Poppin’ that Rose’, we don’t care, we just havin’ fun (yeah)
Hop out in Prada, I’m shinin’ like under sun (bling)
Flexin’ in Fendi, they know I’m the chosen one (woah)
Drip like a ocean, I flood it up, flood it up (flooded up)
Stackin’ these racks, then I double up, double up (double up)
Shorty get loose when the bottle up, bottle up (yeah)
Hop in the Urus and I speed it up, speed it up (skrrt)



Another One (Remake) [Prod. PMO Music]

Jay-Willz
Used To - (Single)
Release Date: October 24, 2025

Original Version

Nova Jim - Not Much Left to Save [Lo-Fi Original]

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