Nostalgia Lyrics

Making my way up the steps, jump 3 at a time

Yeah, I'm making my way and it's treacherous, but ill survive

Cos I'm true to the fucking cause, sense it within my core

If it's proof that they want I'll just set 'em a barrel more

Settle the score 4 - 4, yeah that's how I'm writing

A little hyphen is the line that separates good and evil

All of these people standing somewhere in-between on the spectrum

And then there's me, I'm residing on both of the sides

I've got the best of both, it might get me sectioned though

Maybe it's best if I was left alone

But fuck that shit, yo, I wanna be happy (happy)

And not all snappy, so it's best to send me all your Bacci

Ayo, I've been that guy to question existence

Ayo, I've been that guy to make a motherfucking incision

I've been elected by myself, I don't need your help, need your wealth

Just your belt, so I can whip u back into place, it's great!

You'll either find me counting bars or counting stars

Neither one has a conclusion, I'll be lying here forever

At fucking seven I was in my head beginning to notice

A little difference, thought there's something 'bout my thinking pattern

I remember monsters tapping on the pane

Tryna peer into the window, breath condensing on the glass

But I never let 'em in, a field of force around my heart

Tell 'em shut the fuck up or you'll feel the fucking pain

Yo, let me paint a perfect picture of what these voices whisper

They're not external, but that's a story for another time

Right here, right now, we're living it, we're in the moment

Attempt to focus, we ain't hocus pocus like your dreams