paroles de chanson Nostalgious - Christon Gray feat. Taelor Gray & B. Reith
The
layaway
flow
Lot
of
things
been
on
hold
I've
been
paying
for
something
he
gave
away,
though
Guess
I
feel
obligated
Probably
since
the
day
i
came
home
Don't
make
a
lot
of
sense
The
problem
is
I'm
day
to
day
low
on
change
Say
it
ain't
so
Probably
spent
a
lot
of
days
on
condemnation
I
paper
plate
fold
Moping,
I'm
motivated
that
will
make
me
change
clothes
I'm
Django,
I
feel
like
a
slave
so
I'm
cautious
To
say
no
but
in
the
same
note
I'm
bossin'
I
stay
broke
but
on
the
same
note
I'm
flossin'
Knowin
good
and
well
I'm
outta
my
range
so
I'm
falsin'
Falsetto
vibrato,
I
lost
it
Singin
I
am
a
god,
but
this
ain't
livin'
If
you
just
buying
Lebrons,
and
this
ain't
winning
If
you
just
trying
for
bronze
medallions
I
used
to
keep
my
eye
on
the
prize
Nostalgia
My
oh
my,
my
blue
eyes
telling
me
A
story
I
describe
as
a
true
crime
felony
The
cruel
world
through
the
pupils
of
a
school
girl
I'm
doing
my
best
not
to
let
it
take
form
To
my
surprise
I'm
nothing
more
than
a
pedigree
Working
like
a
dog
to
keep
the
dogs
off
my
door
But
every
dog
has
its
day
so
I'm
torn
Between
home
or
the
tour,
rose
or
the
thorns
I'm
doin'
my
best
not
to
let
it
take
form
Me
and
my
angels,
triangle
is
the
norm
But
I'm
caught
up
in
the
circle,
spinning
wheels
till
I'm
worn
Push
'em
to
the
edge,
edges
look
worn
So
I'm
kneeling
at
my
bed
till
my
circle
transform
To
an
octagon
red,
still
I
ignore
Back
to
the
circles,
now
I'm
back
in
the
storm
Blue
grey
eyes,
gotta
Skype
her
in
the
mornin
Night-night
to
Mya,
to
mommy
its
the
norm
The
honeymoon
is
gone,
back
to
the
swarm
I'm
making
more
money
but
honey
ain't
impressed
Cause
she
know
about
the
stress
and
she
knows
about
the
porn
I
can
feel
the
disconnect,
I
can
feel
it
even
more
I'm
trynna
take
a
breath,
but
there's
nothing
like
a
scorn
I'm
feeling
so
withered,
ain't
no
sunshine
when
she's
gone
I
gotta
go
get
it
The
circle's
your
rock
ladawn
Yo,
this
is
King
meets
Calvin
Cold
blooded,
100
below
kelvin
This
nostalgia
harder
to
read
than
Melville
On
the
same
tide
and
we
rolling
like
Yeldon
I
drop
anchor,
vibing
to
Ben
Tankard
All
of
this
advertising,
mind
of
a
Don
Draper
Gold
rush
in
the
tomb
with
the
finer
things
Meeting
women
on
the
fly,
grew
some
designer
wings
Ribbon
in
the
sky,
how
cruel
is
the
irony
I
may
never
see
it
on
my
stool
in
the
winery
Was
in
the
swimming
pools
calling
it
the
liver
pool
red-eye
Used
to
rock
forces
like
a
Jedi
Turn
Puma
turn
lunar
and
eclipsed
Did
the
son
preach
my
funeral
the
universe's
expense
None
rich
and
journey
big
up
in
the
system
Elevation
is
forever,
indwelling
is
the
sixth
sense
At
times
I
tend
to
lose
focus
Should
I
scratch
lines
to
render
men
hopeless
Or
flat
line
my
own
dreams
of
show
biz
so
His
love
can
shine
through
this
opus
I
remember
that
moment
like
yesterday
Your
smile
came
through
the
cloud
Nothing
else
mattered
more
in
than
that
moment
when
you
called
me
out
of
the
ground
1 The Last Time
2 Wanna
3 Wanna
4 Windchaser
5 Vanish
6 Roses 101-After All
7 Hello or Goodbye
8 Moving On
9 Convenient
10 Super Dave
11 Roses 102-Burning House
12 Nostalgious
13 Lady Gray (Easy to Love)
14 Roses 103-Ghost
15 Arena (The Final Hour)
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