Nostalgia

(album: While You Were Sleeping - 2020)

It's quite a challenge, woozy I find a balance
Drinking with my lawyer, had sushi with my accountant
Losing touch 'n' puffing a loosy that's where I found it
One hit of the cig and I usually feel nostalgic

When I'm on a bender it's usually when I miss home
Mentally repairing and staring up out the window
Looking for revenge it's the Count de Monte Cristo
I be counting money by the fistful, younging
You don't know what nothing bout this though, younging
Zelda got the motherfucking 6-4 humming
Sip till you slip get a grip y'all bugging
I went to the desert, took a trip no luggage
Saw stars dancing party in the Mars mansion
As big as Kardashian asses gargantuan
All these kids napping I'm asking for large ransom
Got the energy documentary Charles Manson
Big bowl of cereal, fucking up some Cheerios
This some real shit I think y'all don't really hear me tough
Dap you with the left, I'm antibacterial
I'm big star Mario, here we go (Here we go)
I don't know a thing but I'm still a genius
2021 I wanna fill arenas
Got lil' shorty who model for Wilhelmina
She ain't Filipina but she feel the penis (Ha-ha!)
I does all my recognition run it back give that a second
Listen always had it I just added repetition
Label tracking data like a statistician, never had the vision
That I do I had to do that independent

That was when I realized, I just gotta keep doing shit
I was looking around for a long time, looking at other people
Like they were doing shit right and I was doing shit wrong
And then I realized nobody actually knows what the fuck they're doing
But the people that succeed are the people that just keep doing it

Nobody got the solution don't let them give you advice
They try to copy the sauce but they ain't give it the spice
See I mix in the wrongs they only mix in the rights
Add everybody I lost and that's what give it the life
That's the recipe, that's the best of me
That's a lesson not a loss it's God testing me
I know it's a rental car it's not impressing me
It's not raw it's not real it's all wrestling
Gimme the belt now, I had a meltdown
They ain't do me no solids but they wanna help now
And I don't need ya it's just me and Kawika, yeah
I let Corbett do the beats and on my reefer sativa
I know G gonna pull up with that casamiga tequila
I know we gon' make a record he gon' be on the feature
I can't release it, it's a big summer
Can't go fucking up the bag it's a big number, yeah
So pay up, time to pay up, yeah
Still asleep so I gotta stay up, yeah
Them bitches hacking at you on the way up, mhm
But this a dunk ain't no fucking layup, ooh

It's quite a challenge, woozy I find a balance
Drinking with my lawyer, had sushi with my accountant
Losing touch 'n' puffing a loosie that's where I found it
One hit of the cig and I usually feel nostalgic