paroles de chanson Nostalgic - Most

I know you see my pictures on Instagram,
Go run and tell your friends,
Listen to my music try and tell them that you ain't a fan,

Hold on, this song ain't about you,
This song about how I'm doing way better without you,
I've already reached the ceiling,
Yeah I blew through that roof,
Now I got all my songs on golden statues,
I never thought my life would be like this,
Man ain't that true
You wanna hear a little good music,
Let me put you on to the realness,
I know you feel it,
The cards that I'm dealing,
Are hardly appealing,
The farthest I've been away from myself is when I am dreaming,
Its freeing,
These days turn to nights,
I know what I am doing,
But what have you been pursuing,
It's like we only chose
What we have to do,
Not what we wanted to,
I'm I the only one who thinks,
That thats not fair,
Well it is you see,
We're all served on the same plate,
But we got different traits,
No two of us are the same,
So if you want to complain,
Tell me what is your pain,
What have you changed,
Are you days sun or they rain,
Does your Saturday,
Feel like a Monday,
And your Sunday's mundane,
Its the weekend come play,
You wait every other Friday,
To get your dumb pay,
I bet some days,
You want to run away,
Thats not the way,
Let me tell you a little story,
About a kid from New York see he,
Saw all the big houses,
Around him,
Going for thousands
In the same town,
You had people living
Without it,
To an adolescent,
Who never had it,
It made him want it,

I spent all my day's trying to runaway,
Leave all the troubles for another day,
Now I sit back and look back,
All nostalgic,
When you're a kid you never would've thought it,

Soon one day we'll,
All be forgotten,
For me that ain't an option,
Legends never die,
And I want to survive,
Not to be just another passer by,
So I pass my time,
Mastering these rhymes,
Hopefully one day I'll get it right,
I'll be able to say goodnight,
In confidence,
Instead of hollowness,
I'll have a following,
As large as the ottomans,
But every empire must fall,
I just hope that when I do,
We'll still stand tall,
They'll be a grand ball,
At a dance hall,
Everyone will reminisce,
About how I the man aww,
Ain't that it, ain't the point,
I guess I just want a little more,
I'm tortured by the enormous,
Sword in my side,
It's hard to swallow your pride,
When your already full on the inside,
I don't despise,
Who I am,
But there's always room
For improvement,
You know what,
Lets start the movement,
We know what we're doing,
It's time to get up,
Start grooving,
I know I don't want
To be the ones that are loosing,
So why would you give it up,
That's the easy way out,
I know it's a difficult route,
And everybody screaming,
Just to make you think that it's loud,
To think it isn't allowed,
Is just a shroud,
It don't make us proud,
Why put someone down,
When you already on the ground
I put my heart in this sound,
Its the hardest to do,
When you work as hard as I do,
To put a part of you,
Into every bar that you spew,

Sometimes I like to see the light,
It's been dark so long,
Can I see the light,

I spent all my day's trying to runaway,
Leave all the troubles for another day,
Now I sit back and look back,
All nostalgic,
When you're a kid you never would've thought it,