Nastalgia Lyrics

Yeah

She hit me up today

And said she tryna kick it

Was hoping that I got the time

Asked if I'd mind a visit

I said that's cool with me

Think I can find a minute

My mind illicit, she knows it

She likes my rhymes explicit

Anyways, I'm on the way she said the door open, come by

Come on in and spend a little time with me, make yourself at home and unwind

And she fine too"she got a man?"

The hell I know, I'm hoping sometimes

That a hood thang, a be a good thing, we all been broke and young, I'm

Feeling this vibe, that she displaying, homie, saying she want me, right

And the way these bitches have me lately, thinking they love me, syke

But maybe this one be real, yeah, maybe not dawg, that's true

But I pulled up, and I walked inside, and I'm glad I saw it through

Cause she pulled out that Nintendo

From the closet, opened up that window

Told me, sit back and put my feet up

We finna get high, she gon' roll the weed up

You can play what you wanna, but baby don't play me

I'm no N64, ain't no PS3

(Ahh nah)

She said, I'm the real HD

Ain't no Sega, No Atari"throwback, baby"

(Ahh yeah)

You got that old school vibe, Ima let you have your way with me

What you want me to call ya

You got that old school way about you, you always take me back

Ima call ya nostalgia

Yeah, Yeah Ima call ya nostalgia

Yeah, Yeah Ima call ya nostalgia

This ain't no Bluetooth connection

No streaming this ain't the AUX

We got a five disc player

For the mood to take em off

Aye, baby

Turn down the knob to"play it soft"

You know the feeling that we had

Is so different them days are lost

But we take it back, (uh-huh) when we lock eyes, we get elevated

Wanna fuck again, in that backseat, like it's high-school, the shit delegated

I miss the days that we'd smoke a blunt, in the Cadillac, windows melanated

They hella hated, on me and you, but me and you, we always celebrated

I told the homies, this shit a wrap, take me back, to them old ways

Them good vibes, that good feeling, that Top Ramen, and OJ

That Coupe Deville, and that 88, box Chevy shit, they like"okay"

Cause she do it good, and she do it all, I'm talking everything that I won't say

Cause she pulled out that Nintendo

From the closet, opened up that window

Told me, sit back and put my feet up

We finna get high, she gon' roll the weed up

You can play what you wanna, but baby don't play me

I'm no N64, ain't no PS3

(Ahh nah)

She said, I'm the real HD

Ain't no Sega, No Atari"throwback, baby"

(Ahh yeah)

You got that old school vibe, Ima let you have your way with me

What you want me to call ya

You got that old school way about you, you always take me back

Ima call ya nostalgia

Yeah, Yeah Ima call ya nostalgia

Yeah, Yeah Ima call ya nostalgia