Nostalgia

[Barney Bones] Nostalgia I got it out for Airbrushed forces Gucci, Chuck Taylor's Take my sneakers to chambers He was a savior, uh Nostalgia Don't count me out tho Winding thru Ladera Just to see Tierra Pussy almost made me transfer to Serra Nostalgia Mustang repo'd In front of grandma's, Momma crying Weird, I thought her heart was made out of iron We were getting mail returned at the speed of light Tryna wrote my father in heaven, someone give me a light Morgan had a fever in the dead of night Before Monday rush hour, God took her life Yuh Like heaven on Earth Tried to remember when I saw you first It was way way way back now It was way way way back now Now I know it might hurt Tell me when I saw you first It was way way way back now It was way way way back now Nostalgia Sometimes is sour Patched up with T Even when she hated me I stayed near the heat No matter what degree Promised my Mom I would get a degree But what could a degree really promise me? Spent cold nights in the fish bowl Handcuffs make a nigga wrists cold Shawty blow like making a nigga's grits cold It take all of my energy Not to hoist this Hennessy, nostalgia Ultra play inside of Ulta before the foundation soaked up Noticed she was a cobra Grandmama tell me why you left me alone Down in this world to fight these demons on my own Somehow I thought I would be heir to the throne Still lookin' for a crown but nigga you grown Devil on my back Sneaking in my memories Two nights in a row Metal lock and loaded squeeze until he's bloated Caught a body on the low How the stars fall from the sky How they all in the party now How I get caught in a lie How I lose another shawty now? Now who gonna hold me down (now who gonna hold me down) Drop the top in case my pops come back He riding shotgun or its contact On a narrow street, lookin upon That view many niggas not wanna go back So expensive, so expensive Almost caught a felony, I need distance Sitting in a label, listening to fables I don't need you bitches, don't need you bitches Six tre leaning might put jollies in it Used to want this bitch from Poly in it Hands free on the phone, a nigga still politicking Need a hunnid bands to get mom's out the civic Midnight mafia, niggas copy, lo mein papi, mo sabe Nostalgia