Nostalgia

Too many names run through my mind on a daily basis
Maybe it's just me, the nostalgia makin' me go crazy
God knows that you saved me

I've been thinkin' it lately, about the long nights
That we would spend it well wasted, enjoying all of life
Not a care in the world, as long as we alright (are we alright?)
Don't act like I've forgotten
I might have created some distance
But the problem ain't you, it's me
I keep pictures of us up on my wall to remind me of why I do this
Suddenly, I become more persistent (yuh)
It's kind of hard to forget friends that meant somethin'
When we were going through pain, we'd help each other numb it
So, don't you ever dare think that I never cared

Cause all I do is care
And all I've got to give is love
Don't you worry, friend
You can call when it's too much

Ahhh, uh, uh
Ahhh
Ahhh, yuh
Ouuu, yeah

Allow me to spill some of my heart into this track and in your ears
I'm fighting every day 'til I'm the king of all my fears
Burnin' every weak bone in my body, so I can make it clear
That I am
Everything I've ever said I'm gonna be
Whoa is me
This ain't ego, you've just never seen the real self-belief
This shit key to ascension
I can do it, no exceptions
Man, I have to
I ain't doin' this for no Bugattis or parties
Solo quiero ayudar a mi Mami
Papi, Mima, Tony
La familia goin' hungry
So best believe, Imma kill for the money
Smile through the pain, I was born to get bloody

I would rather do the right thing than be liked or loved or whatever
If you want to be loved, go and buy a puppy, or some shit like that
It's the same thing
And every successful guy that you'll ever meet is ruthless, selfish, and dedicated - almost psychopathically - to their craft
And then, they can mellow down as they get older, you know?
And they're in a good position to help people
But if you're trying to make it, and you're trying to be everybody's friend, forget about it you're fucked

I've changed too much to stick around, I don't know if you can tell
No longer with the parties and druggin' myself to Hell
This heathen saw heaven, so his sins he'd start to sell
Little by little, his eyes saw through the spell
There laid hopes and dreams of many men
Broken from the pain, but still chained to them
Escapin' who they'd wish to be with a happy pill
But when the high fades, are they happy still?
A blunt for the anxiety, a shot for the depression
Mix 'em both together, now we in the right dimension
The thoughts can't reach us here, we too deep in the repression
Now, it's time to party over each other's deceptions (yuh)