Seventh grade I some where in a class
Give a f*ck about some math
Rather make a song blast
I was even in the band
Alto sax for the pain I was playin
That was when I couldn't say it
Now I'm going super saiyan Goku or Trunks
Shit that I been through you wouldn't go through it once
I rarely ever pass lemme perso my blunts
Got me feeling like the joker how I do this for fun
808 bang
Then the pain start to fade
Then the story getting scribbled on the note book page
Then I reinvented how the message getting played
Took a couple L's we don't know another way
Took a long time just to make it 1 day
When the elevator broke you don't go another way
But we do so it good and we good wit the wait
And we good wit result from the plays
Ooooooooooh
Ooooooooooh
Oooooooooooh
Ooooooooooooh
Went from doing drugs in apartment complexes
Was looking for the love didn't know how complex it is
Now I'm making funds off this music is my medicine
Made it out the roughness of growing up Mexican
Industry is punks on my Tech N9ne references
They don't show us love they don't want us to make it in
So we make a fuss over kids locked in cages
F*ck ice n everyone who don't want me on they playlist
Will the world stop for one person
Will your first thought be to burst shots
Or reverse harm bring your worst thoughts
To the surface you got nerve shock
Seeing all these money makers calling shots
Callin bourbon on the rocks
Wanna make a difference but I'm on my 3rd shot
And I'm gone off to face off with an adolf
Got steak sauce in a minute bouta take off
Sentimental off the juice It make the pain stop
The feeling of falling off the main road or is it all apart of what I'm made of
Home is whatchu make it
Why you wanting bigger platforms in the world so I can swallow the pill that I might not be able to save it
I might be able change it rearrange the way that They thinking same man can make a living off what he preaching
Show these kids to be something they needed
While growing up showing theirs they succeeding
Ooooooooooh
Ooooooooooh
Oooooooooooh
Ooooooooooooh
NOSTALGIA (feat. Trayce Chapman & Jon Rubio) Video (MV)
Performed By: Yugs
Language: English
Length: 2:28
Written by: Jon Rubio, Yonatan Gottlieb, Trayce Chapman
Yugs - NOSTALGIA (feat. Trayce Chapman & Jon Rubio) Lyrics
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Seventh grade I some where in a class
Give a f*ck about some math
Rather make a song blast
I was even in the band
Alto sax for the pain I was playin
That was when I couldn't say it
Now I'm going super saiyan Goku or Trunks
Shit that I been through you wouldn't go through it once
I rarely ever pass lemme perso my blunts
Got me feeling like the joker how I do this for fun
808 bang
Then the pain start to fade
Then the story getting scribbled on the note book page
Then I reinvented how the message getting played
Took a couple L's we don't know another way
Took a long time just to make it 1 day
When the elevator broke you don't go another way
But we do so it good and we good wit the wait
And we good wit result from the plays
Ooooooooooh
Ooooooooooh
Oooooooooooh
Ooooooooooooh
Went from doing drugs in apartment complexes
Was looking for the love didn't know how complex it is
Now I'm making funds off this music is my medicine
Made it out the roughness of growing up Mexican
Industry is punks on my Tech N9ne references
They don't show us love they don't want us to make it in
So we make a fuss over kids locked in cages
F*ck ice n everyone who don't want me on they playlist
Will the world stop for one person
Will your first thought be to burst shots
Or reverse harm bring your worst thoughts
To the surface you got nerve shock
Seeing all these money makers calling shots
Callin bourbon on the rocks
Wanna make a difference but I'm on my 3rd shot
And I'm gone off to face off with an adolf
Got steak sauce in a minute bouta take off
Sentimental off the juice It make the pain stop
The feeling of falling off the main road or is it all apart of what I'm made of
Home is whatchu make it
Why you wanting bigger platforms in the world so I can swallow the pill that I might not be able to save it
I might be able change it rearrange the way that They thinking same man can make a living off what he preaching
Show these kids to be something they needed
While growing up showing theirs they succeeding
Ooooooooooh
Ooooooooooh
Oooooooooooh
Ooooooooooooh
Give a f*ck about some math
Rather make a song blast
I was even in the band
Alto sax for the pain I was playin
That was when I couldn't say it
Now I'm going super saiyan Goku or Trunks
Shit that I been through you wouldn't go through it once
I rarely ever pass lemme perso my blunts
Got me feeling like the joker how I do this for fun
808 bang
Then the pain start to fade
Then the story getting scribbled on the note book page
Then I reinvented how the message getting played
Took a couple L's we don't know another way
Took a long time just to make it 1 day
When the elevator broke you don't go another way
But we do so it good and we good wit the wait
And we good wit result from the plays
Ooooooooooh
Ooooooooooh
Oooooooooooh
Ooooooooooooh
Went from doing drugs in apartment complexes
Was looking for the love didn't know how complex it is
Now I'm making funds off this music is my medicine
Made it out the roughness of growing up Mexican
Industry is punks on my Tech N9ne references
They don't show us love they don't want us to make it in
So we make a fuss over kids locked in cages
F*ck ice n everyone who don't want me on they playlist
Will the world stop for one person
Will your first thought be to burst shots
Or reverse harm bring your worst thoughts
To the surface you got nerve shock
Seeing all these money makers calling shots
Callin bourbon on the rocks
Wanna make a difference but I'm on my 3rd shot
And I'm gone off to face off with an adolf
Got steak sauce in a minute bouta take off
Sentimental off the juice It make the pain stop
The feeling of falling off the main road or is it all apart of what I'm made of
Home is whatchu make it
Why you wanting bigger platforms in the world so I can swallow the pill that I might not be able to save it
I might be able change it rearrange the way that They thinking same man can make a living off what he preaching
Show these kids to be something they needed
While growing up showing theirs they succeeding
Ooooooooooh
Ooooooooooh
Oooooooooooh
Ooooooooooooh
Writer: Jon Rubio, Yonatan Gottlieb, Trayce Chapman
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid