Nostalgia

[Intro]
Yuh, yuh, yuh

[Verse 1]
Lately the past been seeking attention
I ain't trynna give none, though
Make me all sad, reflecting on shit
Snapchat memory shit
Maybe a tad, maybe a hit
But I swear that that's it
See what I had and what I didn't
What I done grabbed and what is still hidden
What I got? Shit, I got wants, I got needs, I got
That's not it, shit, I got blunts, I got E, I got
Moves, and now I'm the plug
Whatchu need? I think
All you need is just me, that's the tea, that's the
Only way we do it, if you don't fucks with it, we don't fuck with you
Bitch, we be repping maroon
Take a trip, we getting high at the dunes
My attitude resembles the grass to your birthday balloons
Fuck it, just shoot, I'm trynna pop
You trynna too, how come we not?
You all I got, but shit ain't been working
I'm switching shit up, I'm stirring the pot
Damn we wavy, shit, I'll call you, maybe
Probably not though
I been on some shit, I admit
Yeah, this my god flow, yeah
Need me some peace of mind
I ain't really mean to leave you behind

[Chorus]
Fuck it, I'm acting like I'm boutta go and hit the motherfucking Bahamas
Fuck it, I guess I'll pretend that I don't care and maybe we can go out some
Fuck it, I'll do it for the nostalgia, for the nostalgia, for the
Fuck it, I'll do it for the nostalgia, for the nostalgia, yuh
(x2)

[Verse 2]
Bitch, I, started from the basement, guess I'm something like an Eric Forman
Bitch, I, got a God No Other, pave the way, I'm on the 14th floor, and
Wrist, I, put a rose in ink on it so people know how Eric Rose, and
Bitch, I, weathered stormy weather, represent it with a crown of thorns, and
Damn, I came a ways, it feel amazing though
Stay panning out, I made adjacent flows
Woah, and maybe people ain't really even notice
But I'm off-axis, I'm old-school
Never caught lacking, making bold moves
Fuck it, I'm acting like I don't know you if you a
Bitch, bitch, bitch, ooh
You should be fucking with me
It finna be for your benefit, hoe
Bitch, I found the fucking key
Blow up and act like don't know no one, hoe
Maybe resort to the Keys
I be getting on my daiquiri flow
Fuck it, just leave me be
No time for those trynna slow me down, though, hoe
Summer of '14, I torrented Ableton for free
I ain't come from money, no Jaden Smith
Ain't no Kim, Khloe, or Kourtney
I made this shit all on my own
I wouldn't go back, the option is gone, I
Made certain I got to where I am now
Okay, so now

[Chorus]
Fuck it, I'm acting like I'm boutta go and hit the motherfucking Bahamas
Fuck it, I guess I'll pretend that I don't care and maybe we can go out some
Fuck it, I'll do it for the nostalgia, for the nostalgia, for the
Fuck it, I'll do it for the nostalgia, for the nostalgia, yuh
(x2)