VERSE 1:
64 controller in my hand,
i'm blasting all these ants without a holster in my bag
it's that jet force gemini vibe with my fam
my brother mashing buttons while i stop and ride my van, i'm late to class
no rehearsal, i learn to defend my back
and the burn from the bamboo was a curse for the best i had
my spirit broken, my master showed the art of spirit choking
he said to suck it up and throw away your timid notions
i couldn't find the potion, the kind to give me courage deeper than a steel anchor sinking in the ocean
my mind wander back and forth, and in the meantime
everybody looking my direction cause i keep crying
dang, i'm feeling so embarrassed
i gotta get up outta here, i need to call my parents
whatever i'll forget it, i'm walking home zombie-like
but tomorrow's saturday and yo that got me like


VERSE 2:
so tired, my essay isn't finished
investigating plants in habitats for extra credit
yo my academic life is jeopardy. heck, i need a medic
give me oxygen before i die and see the heavens
leave a remedy for my freezing extremities
hands are feeling numb from the writing, even with therapy
various types of reading impeding my happy tendencies
what am i supposed to do when everything will bury me?
who knows, maybe i'll study hardly
caught up inside the laziness, confident kamikaze
causing me to feel inadequate capping it with a party
i wasn't invited to it, i'm through with it, call me snobby
okay i'm done complaining, been incredibly blessed
would you forgive my lack of patience, i could benefit less
from all attention that i pull to myself, cause would not be right
i'm trynna follow all the steps of God, it got me like


CODA:
and nostalgia feels like, like (3x)
and nostalgia feels like that