Nostalgia hit me, I got too much Joy
I got too much love, I got too much heart
I can see the distance in between
Blurry moments and the summers gonna hurt
I can see the fade, slowly losing face
Surely losing pace, whats that phase?
I remember we was teenage love in September
All the bees was buzzing up I was buzzing
I can see the clouds shaping up from above
And the stars, showing off Gods patience
I couldn't do it without Gods patience
All this racing that I did
Nostalgia hit me off my feet feel everything
Lost in language I can't speak feel everything
I was younger I was seeing anything,
Momma told you can dream be anything
This far, this far September
Never thought I'd see myself crash
Fall in love, falling out love
Arguments, left and right and centre
Long distance, long distance calls
Every night sleeping in the dark
Nightmares, sleep the paranoia
Daylight, creeks on the foyer
Never thought I'd see another crash
Better days never seen them last
Different conversations with the folks
Told me maybe switch up your approach
Spoke to Pyralink this year
Lengthy conversation kept my hope
Writers block nothing ever moved me
Everything slow, but we moving
Progressive slow, energy is low
Preserved my thoughts, kept my breath still
Kept my breath still
Kept my breath still
Kept my breath still
On a real
This far, this far September
Never thought I'd see myself crash
Fall in love, falling out love
Arguments, left and right and centre
Long distance, long distance calls
Every night sleeping in the dark
Nightmares, sleep the paranoia
Daylight, creeks on the foyer
Had a friend we ain't speak in minutes
Falling off, surely bro we distant
Tried to call, to push for rekindle
Never even answered all my calls
Guess I just leave it all alone
Guess I'll just push it on my own
Guess I'll just push it on my own
Different times, different vibes fly
Remember we was young off the vines
The kids, were kids immature and wild
Crazy pops, sugar pops, bikes
Holding hands, right before it's dark
Pink skies, highways for my thoughts
Baggy jeans, Nikes on my feet
Spin around, falling down spread across the daisies
I cant help but fall free
The love is gone I feel cheap
I was mumbling in my sleep
Nostalgia