Nostalgia Trap (feat. Kevin Krust & Cam Steady)

We’re the new kids on the block
Spitting pop rocks
Thinking outside the box like it’s hopscotch
Sipping JavaScript like hot chocolate
Just put the cartridge in and hit start

Going hardware like we’re armor clad
The kind of fun where you don’t tell your mom or dad
But if the shoe don’t fit, better watch your back
You might fall face flat in that nostalgia trap
Kick it

Back when I was just a couple 1s and 0s
The integer division reached overflow
And out popped a toddler looking like Harry Potter plus the Avatar and he’s the world’s only hope
The first words I spokе were the Windows start-up
Forgеt a baby bottle, where's my 90s jazz cup?
Stepped on a crack in the backlot
Didn't mean to break your back, mom
Blame the street, that's the asphalt

I was playing those fighter games
While other kids built them tiny trains
Spent so much time up in cyberspace that I’m to blame for Y2K
Got skills with MS Paint
The kid’s a wizard, I can make ya R-U-N-escape
Ask any of my classmates
I swear, mom, C++ is a fantastic grade

Pack a Miniclip in my pocket
In the cut with Pokemon Diamond
I wield dual screen electronics
Watch my stylus spinning those poffins

Poppin in the club with my penguins, puffles
I don’t wait for that screen to buffer
Grandma got me that members badge
So when I join the chat, your girl’s in trouble

We’re the new kids on the block
Spitting pop rocks
Thinking outside the box like it’s hopscotch
Sipping java script like hot chocolate
Just put the cartridge in and hit start

Going hardware like we’re armor clad
The kind of fun where you don’t tell your mom or dad
But if the shoe don’t fit, better watch your back
You might fall face flat in that nostalgia trap

I've been doin the math and I know so much has changed
I believe at my hexa-core I remain the same
So, let's rewind the tape in this verse and you'll see
It's not Wii U, it's about Windows ME

So, now let's take it back to 2003
You have a six-year-old kid chilling up on the screen
Looking for a cool place to share his video memes
Needs to find a new place before he causes a scene

So, he, yeah, had to find a domain
Took a whole damn year before he posted that page
It's insane. "You made that site when you were seven?"
All my friends in my comments like, "Hi, Kevin"

And though my videos were, I never stopped motion
Hearing ADATs cool from all the commotion
But then from D-Blues to GameBoys to laptops
The same joys were resonating differently, but I never changed

And it's funny how those feelings learn to stick with you
Passionate people will have their passion play the same tune
Whether I'm young and playing Battle for Bikini Bottom
Or when I am old enough to battle for bikini bottoms

I am me. Nostalgia for my history
GameBoy and Switch, they will always mean the same to me
But if the change seems smaller and you want to see
Hit me up on PictoChat, that's how to reach me

Yeah
Nostalgia
Feels like history is calling
On that iPod touch over Oovoo
Hitting everybody up that you knew

Now we ballin’ with the Spalding, king of the court
Grade our Yu-Gi-Oh cards, ‘cause we don’t care bout reports
Always taking on new challenges, yeah, those were the days
Where we’d jump into New Balances while dreaming of Js

While I was dreamin’ of the Rollie, watching Polie Olie
Saw the ice and it froze me slowly
Knew that once I run the money up I gotta cop
Cause the only ice I’m getting is from Otter Pops

That brain freeze pain, it stayed insane
Need a fit and whip lookin’ like Bruce Wayne’s
Couldn’t get new chains, so I’d trade used games
But those GameStop fakes only gave loose change, dang

Now I’ve seen new days
Got huge chains and cool shoes laced
Wish I had the mind to appreciate the times
Where a Hulk Band-Aid gets you through pain, dang

But that’s too late I gotta live in the now
But I’ll look to days before I figured this out
Nostalgia
Keep callin’

We’re the new kids on the block
Spitting pop rocks
Thinking outside the box like it’s hopscotch
Sipping JavaScript like hot chocolate
Just put the cartridge in and hit start

Going hardware like we’re armor clad
The kind of fun where you don’t tell your mom or dad
But if the shoe don’t fit, better watch your back
You might fall face flat in that nostalgia trap
Kick it