Nostalgia

Lowkey low eyelids on my Bruce Wayne shit the dark sprite rises
My sixth sense tells me y'all ain't about it
Y'all ain't about it I'm in the back room making strippers feel alive with
Ones on the ground 'cause tonight I'm making double what I toss yeah
After party at the loft yeah she needs weed and alcohol yeah

The chauffeur awaits I'm the one she wanna ride with
She just wanna... as soon as we get inside it
No destination tell the driver just to drive it
Running up her dress while I'm running up the mileage
She a bad... yeah she's someone who don't mind getting lost yeah
Who don't mind nostalgia
Who don't mind getting involved yeah
To do things we won't recall yeah

Yeah I know you with your girls in the city still mobbin'
Drinking every night I know what that symbolizes
You've been through some things and it's gettin' hard to hide it
You just running 'round wearing all of these disguises
Filling all your voids using boys I know I'm the biggest cause yeah
Why you're building up your wall yeah
Oh girl you're building it tall yeah aw yeah aw yeah

Lowkey low eyelids on my Bruce Wayne shit the dark sprite rises
My sixth sense tells me y'all ain't about it
I'm in the back room making strippers feel alive with
One too many bottles swear the vibe is so erotic

Girls invite me over when the suns down
Girls invite me over when the suns down
Know the game know the game know the run down
Know she juggin' hitting licks stealing hearts with her tongue out
Tongue out stealing hearts with her tongue out



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Writer(s): Zay Gaines
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