Nostalgious Testo

Intro:
​(Taelor Gray)
​Tryna remain decent...on my d-scent
​Ok
​uh the layaway....oh, not yet? Ok, thats cool.
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​Yo, uh
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​The layaway flow, 'lot things been on hold I been paying for something He gave away though, guess I felt obligated probably since the day I came home, don't make a lot of sense the problem is i'm day to day low on change...say it ain't so probably spent a lot of days on condemnation i paper played for...moping im motivated that done made me change clothes, im django i feel like a slave so im cautious to say no but on the same note im bossin', i stay broke, but on the same note im flossin' knowing good & well im out of my range so im falsin', falsetto vibrato i lost it. Singing 'i am a god', but this ain't livin' if you just buyin Lebron's & this ain't winnin' if you just tryin' for bronze...medallion, i used to keep my eye on the prize, nostalgious
​ ​(Christon Gray)
​My oh my, my blue eyes tellin' me a story I described as a true crime felony uh, the cruel world through the pupils of a school girl i'm doing my best not to let it take form...uh, to my surprise i'm nothing more than a pedigree working like a dog to keep the dogs off my door, but every dog has it's day, so i'm torn between the home or the tour, the rose or the thorns uh, i'm doing my best not to let it take form...me & my angels triangle is the norm, but im caught up in the circles, spinnin' wheels til im worn, push em to the edge, edges look worn, so i'm kneelin' at my bed til my circle transform to an octagon red, still I ignore...back to the circles now, im back in the storm, blue gray eyes gotta skype her in the morn' & nite nite Taamya, to mommy its the norm, the honeymoon is gone, back to the swarm, im making more money, but honey ain't impressed, cause she knows 'bout the stress & she knows about the porn...I can feel the disconnect, I can feel it even more, tryna take a breath, but theres nothin' like a scorn, im feelin' so withered ain't no sunshine when she's gone, I gotta go get her the circles ???
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​(B.Reith)
​Uh, yo
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​This is king meets Calvin, cold blooded a hundred below kelvin, this nostalgent harder to read the Melville on the same tide & we rollin' like Yelden...I drop anchor, vibin to Ben Tankard all of this appetizing, mind of a Don Draper, gold rush in the tomb with the finer things, meetin' women on the fly, grew some designer wings...ribbon in the sky, how cruel is the irony, I may never see it on my stool in the winery, was in the swimmin' pools callin' it the liver pool red-eye, used to rock forces like a jedi...turn puma, turn lunar in eclipse did the son preach my funeral the universe is sixth-pense...none richer journey big up in the system elevation is forever, in dwelling is the sixth sense...
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​(Bridge)
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​At times I tend to lose focus, SHOULD, I scratch lines surrender then hopeless, OR, flat-line my own dreams of show-biz, SO, His love could shine through this opus ....
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​I remember that moment like yesterday, your smile came through the clouds....Nothing else mattered more in that moment when you called me out of the ground...eyy