Nostalgia, what a funny feelingI 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 linenI rap this, I say it for my sanityWhatever the calamity, I did this for myselfF*ck all of your fantasiesYou’re a snake, fell off the ladderI prefer speakin’ in analogiesI had enough of all this workAnd I can’t trust that you’re familyI don’t know what’s nextThe rend dead, that I never missMy brain lives with the cannabisCan I resist the dark abyss?Leave a mark on this with no start, just existMy mind in a prison shirtAnd in time like a prison stepThere’s no right that I feel of left
There’s no light if my view’s at stakeAnd which life should I choose to takeWhat’s left? Is it rumors, spares?They are rumors we have to faceI prefer sooner than after lateI seen actors after BAFTA’s be more straightI mean down the barrelI hear ’em singin’, it’s the same carolThey’re tryna sprint in a long run, Mo FarahThey’re tryna fix when it’s long gone, don’t botherThere’s no other, that thoughts shutters, the most love usI wanna bed you, but still sleep is deaths cousinSo two weeks is not far, does it?Yeah, it’s the pass back, I press no rewindJust watch my life by and lock the right tiesNobody, nobody-ayy is listenin’ to meNobody, nobody-ayy is listenin’Nobody, nobody-ayy is listenin’ to meNobody, nobody-ayy is listenin’ to me