Nostalgia

Back then I was always down for some dumb shit Back then I would clown around get a bust lip Back then I was serving looks just for fun bitch He so fucking fly be the child like Beyoncé Back then I would joke around just for fun right Best friends puffing on the L jus like old times Call me on the phone say "you know it's gon' be alright" Set it on the stove let it boil til the sunrise I'm scared of death and I'm scared of bruises Bad men, boogey men hiding in the closet I'm scared that this won't go how I want it Bad days, just a phase, til' it's every morning I'm scared of death well dying on my own Memories, family trees fading from world I'm scared of god well scared what he would think Cause, I got 20 secrets coming with me to the grave and My chick fucking up the feng shui go ahead Drunken off the pooty tang watching movies we bootlegged Rolling up the sushi it's soothing for me to do that Time escaping rudely I smoothly begin to move in Tryna get the loot as we smooching I wasn't all there Thinking bout the business decisions and making more cash Tote bags, more flash More bang, pizazz More paid, won't last Mulsanne, go fast I'm scared of new heights, petrified of valleys Worried bout the men women children that surround me I'm scared of riding waves, knowing they could drown me Scared of doing someone dirty Dealing with a bounty I'm scared of death well dying on my own Tell me what's the remedy for a broken home I'm scared of depths well scared of getting crushed Cause, I been at the bottom and they never showed me love then Never showed me love Why they never showed me love I got better They got jealous I got henny in my cup Flip yo petty flip yo envy Flip yo penny to a dub Only a couple other rappers getting money like I does Imma supercalifragilisticexpiali-dick head Ask your favorite who done wrote that shit I did that Name your fastest whip trust that mine could give ya I'm scared of death and I'm scared of bruises Bad men, boogey men hiding in the closet I'm scared that this won't go how I want it Bad days, just a phase, 'til it's every morning I'm scared of death well dying on my own Memories, family trees fading from world I'm scared of god Well scared what he would think Cause, I got 20 secrets coming with me to the grave