27 (Nostalgia) Lyrics

Cutlass '88, born in '94

I would grip a '58 and try and make some noise

Cutlass '88, born in '94

I would grip a '58 and try and make it

"27" on the playlist

I was tryna make sense

Of the purpose I felt

Sweating in that basement

Tryna make a statement

Varsity font on my back

Like the people that I came with

Now I'm tryna find my voice

Blowing out my speakers and my chords

You could say my fuse was short

But I got my right brain throbbing

Got my left-hand jotting

As I'm tryna channel in that

Cutlass '88, born in '94

I would grip a '58 and try and make some noise

Cutlass '88, born in '94

Metaphor for the crowds I was searching for

I would pull up with the tardy pass

I would try and make it last

I was in the parking lot

I was writing to the scratch

I was really digging deep

Cutting up to let it bleed

I was tryna find relief

Cutlass '88, born in '94

I would grip a '58 and try and make some noise

Cutlass '88, born in '94

I would grip a '58 and try and make it

16, yelling at my best friends

Summer nights in Memphis

Wonder what might happen

If we ever make it

Never really did though

But I'm feeling thankful

Cause it got my heart off my sleeve

And I'm grateful

For all those stage dives, packed tight

98 Fahrenheit

Where I would finally feel alive

Like in the '88

Not in the nine-to-five