Текст песни Nostalgia, Pt. 1 - More Or Les , Fresh Kils

As we start aging
Some of us start looking back and think amazing
Things used to happen all the time, and it′s flagrant
Searching for the moments of Life
That be shoving out a thought that's black
The peaks of time are always on the mind. Sometimes
Music will combine with an incorrect belief
That everything was fine. The truth of that shit, y′all
Is what used to undermine gets shoved to the back
And all that remains is a vision of prosperity
But concepts of: old school and: back in the day
Exist for a reason. No memory of who you used to be
Means you lack any identity today
This stops me from rocking gear like a teenager
Or back on gear, I rocked when I was a teenager
Before I had status and got paid ta
Rock mics. Past life hype's a guide to strive for later

Nostalgia I want original media
But I know it's just easier feeding us
Nostalgia. When the future looks really tough
We find comfort in the past, so we′re keeping up
Nostalgia. The past informs our belief in us
Helps navigate the Present - always needing some
Nostalgia

Some of us would rather forget our pasts altogether
Or at least, retcon the shit out of ′em like regrettable
Deals made with a devil-like demon named Mephisto
But we can't bring back those we lost. That′s a diss for
All the marvels in our life. We have to "get it right
Al the time" is a thought in us all. Living like
That, is just amazing fantasy we cannot manage. Seems
The preferred way our brains take pain and tragedy
Is turn 'em into glorious thoughts of the past
But it′s healthier to remember, some of it sucked ass
It's a catch - we outlast the time the pain lasts
Free at last when we learn from mistakes. Named this task

Nostalgia I want original media
But I know it′s just easier feeding us
Nostalgia. When the future looks really tough
We find comfort in the past, so we're keeping up
Nostalgia. The past informs our belief in us
Helps navigate the Present - always needing some
Nostalgia

What happens in your past, certainly shapes your future
My love for art will last, if writers embrace some new stuff
Instead'a trying to cash in on childhoods, it′s gruesome
Just a lazy act for profit, I′m not removed from
Cause I do it too, when I jack records. Tact gets ya
Lots more props, so I flip breaks ta to twist nature
Into some shape that ya sorta can relate at a
Microscopic level, never lose originality
My coda. Pop soda saccharin clones can keep
Popping off. I'm a chimera of epochs you
Thought were long gone, plus future shock to that ass
A dash of "classic" with a pinch of "reminisce." Remember this