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letra de nostalgia - jay dub

[verse 1]

so what’s your major?
who you wanna work for to get the paper
you gonna get your master’s or your doctorate?
nowadays you need one to make a profit
f-ck all that sh-t
i rather swallow jizz
then go adopt a glock
and call it quits
but that’s all i’m hearin’
that’s all i’m fearin’
a career that i’m not grinnin’ ear to ear in
it makes me wanna tear up
they’re tellin’ me to cheer up!
nine-to-five ain’t as bad as they make it as, yeah
my life sucks as it is
i’m unhappy as sh-t
friends in frats gettin’ bids or sellin’ gr-ss gettin’ lit
and i don’t want neither
i screamin’ f-ck teachers
f-ck college, f-ck all this
f-ck all the f-cks y’all give
i’m one comment away from giving your noggin a break
on the concrete and pavement have to pressure wash all ya stains
i’m losin’ sleep on this sh-t
not doin’ me on this sh-t
i blew a key with a sniff
got supergeeked on this sh-t
god i wanna know why
why you made me so shy
so reserved and nervous what i do to deserve this?
i got my -ss kicked and spit on
the last to be picked in kickball
yeah i was that kid y’all
for those that didn’t know me with my mds clothing on
got skeletons in my closet rottin’ but i keep holdin’ on
time keeps rollin’ on
seeds i sow’em on
you will never last like the diet oprah’s on
you done told ya mom, guess who’s got chloroform?
ropes and ties, use my voice as a torture device

[verse 2]

yeah b-tch, i’m high as the earth’s peak
you gave me cash to go see friday the 13th
instead i spent on drugs
you come to pick me up
i smoke h-lla weed
you don’t suspect a thing
that’s the way i like it though
what’s that smell? i don’t know
you don’t wanna trust me
sh-t’s bout to get ugly
i’ma have you searchin’ for where you went wrong
bury a bomb in ya thought process
blow up ya whole conscience
i’m an addict for reefer
20’s of buddha and b-tches with d cups
you best believe i won’t grow up to be ya
i don’t mean to be mean but, it’s partly your fault
that i fantasize ’bout blowin’ f-ckas heads off
i had a friend who did it
but it was self-inflicted
i couldn’t help but visit
his wake and take a look at myself in his image
i know how he felt imprisoned by an addiction
the f-ckin’ h-ll he was livin’ in
i’ve been there, f-ck that
after death there ain’t no comebacks
i wish he hadn’t done that
i know why he would want that
cause i was havin’ the same thoughts
’round the time that thang popped
no one knew my pain
was afraid that i may stop
hopin’ for a day where i would not lay awake
daydreamin’ ’bout my grave
what that epitaph say?
now everybody sangin’ amazing grace
cause my lifespan shorter than the asian race
now sit back, hit wax and enjoy the ride
as i turn into a ghost like holy christ
can’t see me can’t see me like ya closed your eyes
get out your calendar
remember when you doubted him, nostalgia

- jay dub

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