Nostalghia (feat. GreyHues)
From nostalgic to lethargic
Consumed in darkness that little room in Park Place
I lost it
And felt nauseas
Upchucked my esophagus buried myself in a sarcophagus
I mean how fucking hard is it
To cop a fucking t shirt and pay a compliment
Book me live it's just a couple hundred dollars
Sub to my YouTube and give me a couple followers
You know
It's just a come up through acknowledgment
But y'all ignore me and my conglomerates ain't that some shit
Consequences of my raunchiness
And those values are instilled compliments of the protestants
An arms race to the promised land
I got a bomb in hand singing trap raps with a Scottish band
Look
It was an honest scam with an Amish man I met in Pakistan
Flipping packs in the Netherlands
God damn
I don't need the recognition
I just want y'all to really feel the pain
As long as you recognize the voice
You can go ahead and forget the name
Tryna world tour before the third world war
Yeah
Just take me wherever the waters go
I'm tryna whirl wide like a pogo spin throw
You know
Whirl wide til a negro feel vertigo
I'm speaking from a place not so far away
Then I'm Dr Who in a Tardis to a new day
Back with the man
Swinging labor in demand
Big heart
Slim grin
And my pockets just my hands
I be twiddling thumbs
Riddled and done
Fiddled and strung
Feeling close to little to none
Til I can pick up the sum
Cause when it's full
I feel like I could probably go and pick up the sun
And the earth and the moon and just jiggle them for fun
Causing earthquakes and typhoons when I've only just begun
Consumed in darkness that little room in Park Place
I lost it
And felt nauseas
Upchucked my esophagus buried myself in a sarcophagus
I mean how fucking hard is it
To cop a fucking t shirt and pay a compliment
Book me live it's just a couple hundred dollars
Sub to my YouTube and give me a couple followers
You know
It's just a come up through acknowledgment
But y'all ignore me and my conglomerates ain't that some shit
Consequences of my raunchiness
And those values are instilled compliments of the protestants
An arms race to the promised land
I got a bomb in hand singing trap raps with a Scottish band
Look
It was an honest scam with an Amish man I met in Pakistan
Flipping packs in the Netherlands
God damn
I don't need the recognition
I just want y'all to really feel the pain
As long as you recognize the voice
You can go ahead and forget the name
Tryna world tour before the third world war
Yeah
Just take me wherever the waters go
I'm tryna whirl wide like a pogo spin throw
You know
Whirl wide til a negro feel vertigo
I'm speaking from a place not so far away
Then I'm Dr Who in a Tardis to a new day
Back with the man
Swinging labor in demand
Big heart
Slim grin
And my pockets just my hands
I be twiddling thumbs
Riddled and done
Fiddled and strung
Feeling close to little to none
Til I can pick up the sum
Cause when it's full
I feel like I could probably go and pick up the sun
And the earth and the moon and just jiggle them for fun
Causing earthquakes and typhoons when I've only just begun
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Frates
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