Nostalgia, what a funny feeling

I feel depleted from feelings I′ve been revealin'

It′s do or die, I'm not goin' willingBut when it′s time, wrap in white linen

I rap this, I say it for my sanity

Whatever the calamity, I did this for myself

Fuck all of your fantasies

You′re a snake, fell of the ladder

I prefer speakin' in analogies

I′ve had enough of all this wet

And I can't trust that you′re my family

I don't know what′s next

The brain dead, that I never miss

My brain lives with the cannabis

Can I resist the dark abyss?

Leave a mark on this with no start, just exist

My mind's in a prism shape

And in times like a prison state

There's no right that I feel of late

Thеre′s no light if my view′s at stake

And which life should I choose to take

What's left? Is it room or space?

They are rumors we have to face

I prefer sooner than after late

I seen actors after BAFTA′s be more straight

I mean down the barrel

I hear 'em sing, it′s the same carol

They're tryna sprint in a long run, Mo Farah

They′re tryna fix when it's long gone, don't bother

There′s no other, the thoughts shudders through most lovers

I wanna bed you, but still sleep is death′s, cousin

So two weeks is now four dozen

Years that pass by, can't press no rewind

Just watch my life by and lock the right ties

Nobody, nobody-ayy is listenin′ to me

Nobody, nobody-ayy is listenin'

Nobody, nobody-ayy is listenin′ to me

Nobody, nobody-ayy is listenin' to me