Nostalgia

Sipping on nostalgia I've been thinking 'bout you 757, was the code to your locker Mr. Hometown, roll your windows down You never seem to age

You had your keys on a lanyard Only had standards Lost any question with a strict answer Mr. Hometown, roll your windows down You never seem to age

2016, I'm 17, my circle's about eight teens We ride steady, GTI ready Can't buy Henny, little too spenny But we vibe plenty (oh yes) And deep down, I know, I know, I know That I'm bound to roll, and roll, and roll Through my town, I go, I go, you know I can't get away

You see, I'm caught up in my past life Stick shifts and black ice Parking lot soirées Red cup relays, I was proud If I made the bass bump loud 808 headaches Oh, I'm

Sipping on nostalgia I've been thinking 'bout you 757 was the code to your locker Mr. Hometown, roll your windows down You never seem to age (no-no, no-no, no-no)

You had your keys on a lanyard Only had standards Lost any question with a strict answer Mr. Hometown, roll your windows down You never seem to age

Hurry down in my fresh socks Eat Cheerios and check the clock Take 15 to the parking lot Then do-si-do in my parking spot (skrt) My eyes and my books read Got a PBJ with two end bread Like the frozen grass, it's crusted (yuck) My preference not trusted

But my routine is seamless I'm a color coded extremist Got my OCD, Jesus Keep telling me, to keep telling me To keep telling me, to keep cleaning (keep clean) Keep telling me to keep dreaming I've been dreaming of the past down the cul-de-sac Leaning out the back, hoping it would last

Caught up in my past life Stick shifts and black ice Parking lot soirées Red cup relays, I was proud If I made the bass bump loud 808 headaches Oh, I'm

Sipping on nostalgia I've been thinking 'bout you 757 was the code to your locker Mr. Hometown, roll your windows down You never seem to age (no-no, no-no, no-no)