Nostalgia Death

[Intro]

I'm waiting

I'm lost

You're lost

And I found you

I bow to you

[Verse 1]

Maybe go round these [?]

These bold stories of greatness

The glory of old pals

Having the naughtiest of [?]

And how we mob through the old town

And did it all for a bit of status

Living faster than the speed of sound

That's how our mate Tom met his maker

[Chorus]

And if I ever chose to settle for this lucky [?] and I die sober

Sometimes I miss my gran and spend the time I had just staring at her in the photos

And if I had a time machine I'd go back her kitchen peeling her potatoes

Couldn't wait to be a man when I should have been enjoying the time that God had gave us

Now it's busting at the seams tryna get through the door

Nostalgia [?]

And it's had me from a teen tryna witness my fall

Nostalgia is gold

[Verse 2]

And it's had me from a teen

Turbulent behaviours on repeat

Every situation that I meet

Leaves me feeling like I'm Mr. Bean

If I took you to the IOD

Nutty lads as far the eye could see

Infinite [?]

[?] greatest victories

[Chorus]

And if I ever chose to settle for this lucky [?] and I die sober

And there may not be no longevity in it but it's me and Julie's sofa

I still ain't learned my lessons ever since they put the handcuffs on me in the Rover

Couldn't wait to be a man when I should have been enjoying the time that God had gave us

Now it's busting at the seams tryna get through the door

Nostalgia [?]

And it's had me from a teen tryna witness my fall

Nostalgia is gold

[Verse 2]

And I miss it all

I did it all

Piss it all up the wall

And I've been at school

I've been a fool

These memories are visceral

And there bursting through the seams

Tryna get through the door

Nostalgia must go (go, go)

[Outro]

Nostalgia must go

Exploring

Nostalgia must go

These vast acres of me

Nostalgia must go

Sipping lukewarm pleasantries

Nostalgia must go

From a bottomless jug

Nostalgia must go

The flickering of petty peoples eyes

Upon the prize

The prize

Of doughy chested men

We live another day

The past is your fucking word

I bow to you

I bow to you

I bow to you lord