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Nostalgia, Nothing Sweeter

from N​.​R​.​F​.​S. by N.R.F.S.

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I was conceived thru a persistent seed
My mama gave me game young Super Mario 3
My he-man power sword kept them snakes from 'round me
Fun-dip in my hand my big wheel's beside me
I'd ride to the park and try get my flips up
Got punched in the face had to put my dukes up
Lil kid tried to bully me cuz I had glasses
Had the right and left ready threw them hands the fastest
Mom and pops divorced I'm mad at errbody
Lost touch wit pops hate was growing inside me
No reflection in the mirror I was tryna find me
Satan at my front door he was tryna sign me
Made a lot of mistakes and some bad decisions
Thank the Lord I didn't end up dead or in prison
Found freedom in the honesty and learned some discipline
All praises due and the power is infinite

80's baby
Go crazy
But 96 when I started
The artist formerly known as Sincerely Yours
On the market
Corners towards apartments
Ciphers to writing sessions
Like the type to go hardest and hope it's the right direction
Going farther than I ever imagined
Was all a dream
Second thoughts that never lead to a plan
Called how it's seen
Father God
I'm just trying to be the man but it seems
Ain't in the stars or the cards
Stretch the hands of a king
Oh Lord
So on and so forth
Now what you got to show for
Drive like a chauffeur
Ride till I go off
Trying not to show hurt
Grind till it's no more
Or till I got the keys on lock
Opening closed doors
But never been a joke
I take
The bitter with the sweet and fill these sheets before I draw a blank
Simple and plain I put the paint where it ain't
Like putting cash on the flow
To take it straight to the bank
So check me out

Fighting for that window seat to hear the speakers bang bang
Rollin' with my brother, 2pacalypse replays
Little yougin' seeking why he pour a little liquor
Live a little life and literally I get it while it's ritu-al
From hella woes, contemplating GD's or 4's
To join
Who I'm foolin' I'm from the burbs boy
But best believe I got the Chi with me
I can't forget my Compton/LB niggas, there was a time when we
Be straight ballin' crossing niggas like Sunset, Park
The wheels are turnin' then we hit the Slauson
And sought the girls out, Casanova not
Ugly duckling wasn't worried bout me now they want my Johnson out
No sir, huh, one woman man
Give that girl my Rare Earth like soul rock that's what she's worth
Nostalgia, nothing sweeter
Than reminiscing on the thangs that make you all a believer

Abracadabra, been trying to make magic
Ever since God put the paint to my blank canvas
Straight passion flowing thru my veins faster
Was a dreamer but now a believer
Drama that I've seen put my heart in the freezer
Spent days getting high like a pair of tweeters
Drinking High Life in the evening
Grandma looking at me like boy you need Jesus
Too concerned about having cars that leave you speechless
To realize for true happiness you don't need it
Where can I find a fix for a natural high
Man I grew up in the ghetto we was barely getting by
But I know you know the story you probably can tell it for me
No silver spoon, nobody there made this money for me
It's hard to get the glory and fight the son of the morning
But I'm just living life whether it's sunny or stormy


from N​.​R​.​F​.​S., released November 19, 2021
Produced by Neak


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