Nostalgia (Prod. By JayqBeats)

I remember thinkin bout them good days Where your whole life felt so great When we were younger we would rush but The only worry that we had were grades And what to do when the rain came We would play inside as we stayed the night and stayed up late with those foolish games I miss it, it seems distant, almost nonexistent We got taxes need cash quick and need to handle our business With that said I practice and attempt to hone my lyrics Still I think back to when it was a habit and id rap just cuz I feel it So many times a guy misses Like pickin a stick up pretendin To be a samurai with a battle cry go slash n slice with them friends Or jumpin through the swamp cuz you and your men upon a hunt For zombies that you’re stalking as as you’re stomping through the mud With thin trees you’d shimmy up cuz you wanted to climb Look down as you would shout about all of your new finds Cardboard as a telescope to zoom in with improved sights I miss bein a kid, yes I miss all of these good times No backin up Just pack it up Like it's a bagged lunch You wanna have cuz Its dam good Its spectacular Nostalgia, Nostalgia The past is gone But it still passes on What once was Is not but The memories are enough for Nostalgia, nostalgia A feelin that every one of us shares A feelin I feel like no one can compare A feelin of longing for whats no longer there It's the feeling of the fleeting wind in your hair Bein a beacon to light up the air See it's the reason to release the despair From good nights with good vibes Where there were never any good byes no tension your complexion and reflection always looked right No obligation to block concentration put your mind wherever you'd like No politics or media your own views are what you stood by And that's all there was Didn't matter what was popular As long as you were still havin fun To be yourself you didnt need any help from anyone You could play outside all free in the sun So great were these days of mine when young Sparrin with arms n legs til numb And never ever did give a fuck Think of times that I think that I'd be an astronaut just blastin off Think of ones of which I do love Blink an eye and it seems they're gone Now I reminisce about friends I miss and that's what I call nostalgia