Текст песни Nostalgia - Pertinence

Back then I was always down for some dumb shit
Back then I would clown around get a bust lip
Back then I was serving looks just for fun bitch
He so fucking fly be the child like Beyoncé
Back then I would joke around just for fun right
Best friends puffing on the L jus like old times
Call me on the phone say "you know it's gon' be alright"
Set it on the stove let it boil til the sunrise
I'm scared of death and I'm scared of bruises
Bad men, boogey men hiding in the closet
I'm scared that this won't go how I want it
Bad days, just a phase, til' it's every morning
I'm scared of death well dying on my own
Memories, family trees fading from world
I'm scared of god well scared what he would think
Cause, I got 20 secrets coming with me to the grave and
My chick fucking up the feng shui go ahead
Drunken off the pooty tang watching movies we bootlegged
Rolling up the sushi it's soothing for me to do that
Time escaping rudely I smoothly begin to move in
Tryna get the loot as we smooching I wasn't all there
Thinking bout the business decisions and making more cash
Tote bags, more flash
More bang, pizazz
More paid, won't last
Mulsanne, go fast
I'm scared of new heights, petrified of valleys
Worried bout the men women children that surround me
I'm scared of riding waves, knowing they could drown me
Scared of doing someone dirty
Dealing with a bounty
I'm scared of death well dying on my own
Tell me what's the remedy for a broken home
I'm scared of depths well scared of getting crushed
Cause, I been at the bottom and they never showed me love then
Never showed me love
Why they never showed me love I got better
They got jealous I got henny in my cup
Flip yo petty flip yo envy
Flip yo penny to a dub
Only a couple other rappers getting money like I does
Imma supercalifragilisticexpiali-dick head
Ask your favorite who done wrote that shit I did that
Name your fastest whip trust that mine could give ya
I'm scared of death and I'm scared of bruises
Bad men, boogey men hiding in the closet
I'm scared that this won't go how I want it
Bad days, just a phase, 'til it's every morning
I'm scared of death well dying on my own
Memories, family trees fading from world I'm scared of god
Well scared what he would think
Cause, I got 20 secrets coming with me to the grave