$tARK - NOSTALGIC

I'm just trying to get air in my lungs bro
Just fuck it bro
It's getting hard to breathe (Fuck)
Fuck
Yung $tark Yung $tark
Yung $tark Yung $tark
Air in my lungs but I still feel like I can't breathe (Can't breathe, no)
Brain in a fog waking up starving was it just a dream
Did I make it to the top or am I Hallucinating (acid)
Was that really all that was to it
Brewing up another scheme to prove it
How can you have a mind like mine and lose it
Truant Students All up in the streets after all
I was one of those kids it didn't stop me at all (no)
And You see there was a side of me that I couldn't see (oh)
The side that made me wanna leave constantly
Underneath all the scars I was Patiently
Waiting for my time to come and get up out of this shit
Left my city cause I thought there was more to this
And now I'm waking up ten years later reminiscing (mhmm)
On all the nostalgic wreckless messes tempted
To go back in time, just a few steps (to do what)
So I can tell him that he's up next (up next, up next)

Yung $tark Yung $tark
Yung $tark Yung $tark
What's wrong with having a dope rep
And what's dope about having seen her wept
Swept the feelings underneath the rug
Take it up and take it out
Spazzin up im Spazzin out
Cause that shit really shook me to the core
I couldn't ignore my inner self anymore (oh no)
There was one thing in my character that I deplore (hated)
Stackin stacks but I couldn't make it up off the floor (ohh)
Spending money like there was no tomorrow (uh)
Cause I Can't take it with me in the end (no-no)
So why do I want to make it so badly
Madly in love with the concept of adding
Commas to my fucking bank account (now)
First things first make it out of town
And know what I'm really all about (yeah)
Cause if making money wasn't it
Then what the fuck was it that I'm going on about (really)
Rolling wood after wood, smoking good after good (oh yeah)
But in the end, it was the weed that had been slowing me down (definitely)
Multiple homies trying to start businesses with me and don't know shit bout an LLC (really)
But what road would that lead me down, now how
Could I get back up on my feet without hurting the ones around me (say it)
Cause both moms, pops and all my bros wouldn't see it happen (send it)
Touring around the world just to see if I could make it happen (yeah, you got it)
Cause I got friends on every major continent, raking in currency
That could often be
Mispronounced
(Pronounced, pronounced)
Different colors
Rolling cross my eyes
Rolling across the skies (in a jet)
So I tell myself to save it up
To make it out of the mess
I put myself in (in a jet)
Two years passed in the blink of an eye, Still, I didn't do shit (oh no)
I got my fans and the homies around me telling me to not stop working
Keep perfecting my craft, selling it back, to the masses that
Aint even heard of me or my story,
One wrong look
Having me jumping off a five-story (aaaahhhhh)

Written by:
Juan Hernandez

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