Trip to Nostalgia

Feeling like a kid again, much needed after some hard days
Hitting Forest City for a visit at an arcade
Museum, these type of places, never seen them
And the plays are unlimited, no quarters to beat em
Peeping out the front, surrounded by the classics
Same day Gojira dropped Fortitude, I ghosted on Pac-Man
Then hit the misses, fed her balls til she spinning
Though don't remember working this hard to be winning
Still got me grinning, steering to super hang on
But the grass got me tripping, turning my bike to napalm
Stay calm?! Not when time's a crisis
You gotta buck buck then duck, Ah fuck, I got hit
Skip the hunt, take a car through USA and Cruise
Bystanders I crash into got me shouting "Fuck you!"
That's why my Crazy Taxi gets a D License
Every passenger I pick up, when they see me's, frightened
They could've gave me time, always rushing niggas, Drago
Game difficulties must break you, guano
I'm going, for these games, the dudes off his rocker
NBA Jam, I'm shouting boom shaka laka!
That be J's jam, both in arcades and Genesis
But don't expect a nigga to parlay competitive
Ness, don't front, it's not that I'm lame
I was just a teen last time I rocked rims to flame
Yeah I admit it, my skills ain't exquisite
Play mortal kombat and I'm the one that's always finished
Never thought my head would be ripped from the ass
Zero substitution, strategy was just to button mash
These games of the past kicked my fucking ass
But playing house of the dead with your mom's a motherfucking blast
You know me and she are G's toting desert E's
Blowing walking dead men's heads off with decent ease
That's a lie, we both kept dying
But we left the final boss filled with hot iron
Then I paid a visit to my nigga Mario
He ate shrooms, chased dragons invading barrio
Though I love the dude, gotta be an honest man
Despite his 3D shit, I'm more of a Sonic fan
Going fast as a bullet can get these bots nicked
They on my tail but these knuckles leave them boxed in
Leave my enemies spinning as I past by
Even played the first game owned when I was 5
What a way to end a day of nostalgic pastime
In the end, thank you Mom, I had a blast time

As the world shifts and negatively alters
You gotta do you and take a trip to nostalgia
Keeping your mind from wandering out there yonder
And treat yourself to a lovely trip to nostalgia
As the world shifts and negatively alters
You gotta do you and take a trip to nostalgia
Keeping your mind from wandering out there yonder
And treat yourself to a lovely trip to nostalgia