Nostalgia (feat. Enoch, Nasir Ali, Crutch, Atticus Lane) Video (MV)

Sit and reminisce on days where all I ever wanted
Was to forever be remembered but couldn't look in the mirror
Now visions so much clearer I'm driving and I'm steering
They all out there cheering just thoughts while getting blunted
Bloods pumping hearts rushing they just keep on coming
My mind's racing Earnhardt boy I gotta make it
Believe I'm highly favored God and me conversating
Say look here I'm blessing you with this knowledge baby
Invest in yourself but 'member to practice patience
And I just reply like thank you I'm mighty gracious
Swear one my biggest fears is to end up dying basic
So 'til I'm headed home I'mma keep roundin bases
Promise I'mma stay grinding I'mma keep elevating
Do it for all those times thought that I'd never make it
All the nights that I prayed it all my demons I slayed 'em
Free from their enslavement. No longer am I succumbing

Wish I could go back in time to when I thought that this was even
And mama told me I could be anything and I believed it
And everything I consumed, I didn't know there was a reason
Reason with my well being, being with some swell feelings
Feeling all I had to give to this life. Heaven and rest
Simple reports of our learning never did test
And mental disorders our parents never addressed
Cuz what's the point of knowing if treatin ain't next but I digress
I have been blessed because them boys around the way ain't want no problems
Ashley would probably stomp them, Nochy would probably rob them
Boy this hood got me trapped in a mindset but I ain't trippin
I love when the block is active my syndrome is probably Stockholm
If I could go back I'd be quieter. All the nostalgia
But the rest ain't stopping you, I'd be optimistic
But it's so hard to think your circumstance is any kinda buzzin
When your homie caught a bullet just for living with his cousin

So turns out, I'm kinda scared that "it's" about to go wrong
What's "it" you ask? I don't know, but I can feel it real strong
Footprints embedded in the path from the room to the kitchen
I've written 20,000 letters that end in so long, so I'm gone
Inside my mind to speak to Dr. Mimosa
She listens to me bitch about the things that bother me most
Now I don't know if she exists, I kinda made the chick up, but hell
At least she don't talk back, like every one else is "supposed to"
Now I tell her, rather ask her, "Where did my time go?"
I used to be the kid that wondered why his life was so slow
Now he mics up the flow, and hell he likes to go home
And dream about the days when he ain't gotta write no more songs
See I'd trade every gift, except the girl for my youth
Time flew from wanting time, to hell "you don't need a booth"
Back when I had my back tooth, I'm on my Charlie Puth
I'll tie my car around a tree from overthinking the truth
Where'd it go?

It's like sometimes I got it and other times I feel helpless
At times I can be helpful and other times I feel selfish
I slip back in my ways and follow trails of my emotions
Overthinking probably the reason for many overdoses
And Lord knows that I'm focused on trying to avoid the path
Memory lane get reckless and I can't afford to crash
I shuffle as best as possible the cars feel like they follow you
Watch how you move always somebody else out here that's watching you
I got a lot to do to make up for time that I lost
Only got closer to you every time that we fought
And we'd argue from the start already knew that he lost
But that fire in your eyes, just some shit that can't be bought
Since you been gone I can't be caught. I been too high I went too far
I already had too much and it still give me two more
You on my mind and so I keep you where my soul is
Riding out is you down to ride I need to know it

Yeah
Hahahaha

Motherf*cker
You motherf*cker

You think you can do this shit to me?

You told me you was gonna drop the motherf*cking album at 12, it's 12:05
Your motherf*cking ass is making music in Pelican Bay when I'm through with your ass

Where the f*ck the album at?