Nostalgia

[Chorus]

It's quite a challenge, woozy, I find a balance

Drinkin' with my lawyer, had sushi with my accountant

Losin' touch and puffin' a loosie, that's where I found it

One hit of the cig and I usually feel nostalgic

[Verse 1]

When I'm on a bender, it's usually when I miss home

Mentally repairing and starin' up out the window

Looking for revenge, it's the Count of Monte Cristo

I'll be countin' money by the fistful, youngin'

You don't know of nothing 'bout this though, youngin'

Zelda got the motherfucking 6-4 hummin'

Sip 'til you slip, get a grip, y'all buggin'

I went to the desert, took a trip, no luggage

Saw stars dancing, party in the Mars mansion

As big as Kardashian asses, gargantuan

All these kids nappin', I'm asking for large ransom

Got the energy, documentary, Charles Manson

Big bowl of cereal, fuckin' up some Cheerios

This some real shit, I think y'all don't really hear me though

Dap you with the left, I'm antibacterial

I'm big star Mario, here we go (Here we go)

I don't know a thing, but I'm still a genius (But I'm still a genius)

2021, I wanna fill arenas (I wanna fill arenas)

Got lil' shorty who model for Wilhelmina

She ain't Filipina, but she feel the penis (Ha-ha!)

I deserve more recognition, run it back, give that a second listen

Always had it, I just added repetition

Label tracking data like a statistician

Never had the vision that I do, I had to do that independent

[Interlude]

That was when I realized I just gotta keep doing shit

I was looking around for a long time

Looking at other people like they were doing shit right

And I was doing shit wrong

And then I realized nobody actually knows what the fuck they're doing

But the people that succeed are the people that just keep doing it

[Verse 2]

Nobody got the solution, don't let 'em give you advice

They try to copy the sauce, but they ain't give it the spice

See, I mix in the wrongs, they only mix in the rights

Add everybody I lost and that's what give it the life

That's the recipe, that's the best of me

That's a lesson, not a loss, it's God testin' me

I know it's a rental car, it's not impressin' me

It's not raw, it's not real, it's all wrestling

Gimme the belt now, I had a meltdown

They ain't do me no solids, but they wanna help now

And I don't need ya, it's just me and Kawika, yeah

I let Corbett do the beats and all my reefer sativa

I know G gon' pull up with that Casamiga tequila

I know we gon' make a record, he gon' be on the feature

I can't release it, it's a big summer

Can't go fuckin' up the bag, it's a big number, yeah

So pay up, time to pay up, yeah

They still asleep, so I gotta stay up, yeah

Them bitches hackin' at you on the way up, mmm

But this a dunk, ain't no fuckin' layup, ooh

[Chorus]

It's quite a challenge, woozy, I find a balance

Drinkin' with my lawyer, had sushi with my accountant

Losin' touch and puffin' a loosie, that's where I found it

One hit of the cig and I usually feel nostalgic