Nostalgia.

An open door is another one closing Riding mopeds on the grass Like I'm consulting the world Like I'm just catching that wave Or floating down with my girl, and my boys And we smelling the noise in the air Without a care Yeah Boredom running in my head while I play with her hair Nostalgic contemplating Black boy, why you hating? Desiccating in the sun Dedicated to my mom Everybody wanting some Standing point blank range Stephen Strange Time deranged with the gauntlet Midrange Charles Barkley Hall of fame It's a game over Over, yeah Over Now we're working on the skyline Walking on the clouds Never see me in the streets Got no sweat on my brow I mean I caught you on your feet, so let us the ride the wave Got that Gambino flow Earn Marks to the grave Repping 732 Looking stylish Got the mileage I'm the pilot Priceless Bar 6 to the 9, like its Drake's views I'm a legend where I'm from Gotta hit the snooze Got nostalgia in my head Playing music in my bed I'm just trynna get ahead But I'm trapped inside my head Got nostalgia in my head Playing music in my bed I'm just trynna get ahead But I'm trapped inside my head