[Barney Bones]
Nostalgia
I got it out for
Airbrushed forces
Gucci, Chuck Taylor's
Take my sneakers to chambers
He was a savior, uh

Nostalgia
Don't count me out tho
Winding thru Ladera
Just to see Tierra
Pussy almost made me transfer to Serra

Nostalgia
Mustang repo'd
In front of grandma's, Momma crying
Weird, I thought her heart was made out of iron
We were getting mail returned at the speed of light
Tryna wrote my father in heaven, someone give me a light
Morgan had a fever in the dead of night
Before Monday rush hour, God took her life
Yuh

Like heaven on Earth
Tried to remember when I saw you first
It was way way way back now
It was way way way back now
Now I know it might hurt
Tell me when I saw you first
It was way way way back now
It was way way way back now
Nostalgia
Sometimes is sour
Patched up with T
Even when she hated me
I stayed near the heat
No matter what degree
Promised my Mom I would get a degree
But what could a degree really promise me?
Spent cold nights in the fish bowl
Handcuffs make a n***a wrists cold
Shawty blow like making a n***a's grits cold
It take all of my energy
Not to hoist this Hennessy, nostalgia
Ultra play inside of Ulta before the foundation soaked up
Noticed she was a cobra
Grandmama tell me why you left me alone
Down in this world to fight these demons on my own
Somehow I thought I would be heir to the throne
Still lookin' for a crown but n***a you grown

Devil on my back
Sneaking in my memories
Two nights in a row
Metal lock and loaded squeeze until he's bloated
Caught a body on the low
How the stars fall from the sky
How they all in the party now
How I get caught in a lie
How I lose another shawty now?
Now who gonna hold me down (now who gonna hold me down)
Drop the top in case my pops come back
He riding shotgun or its contact
On a narrow street, lookin upon
That view many n***as not wanna go back
So expensive, so expensive
Almost caught a felony, I need distance
Sitting in a label, listening to fables
I don't need you bitches, don't need you bitches
Six tre leaning might put jollies in it
Used to want this bitch from Poly in it
Hands free on the phone, a n***a still politicking
Need a hunnid bands to get mom's out the civic
Midnight mafia, n***as copy, lo mein papi, mo sabe
Nostalgia