Schur - Nostalgia
Hello!!
First off, thank you soooooo much to everyone who has been listening and vibing along to the Unsure Mixtape. The response I've received to this project so far has been incredible and I can't wait for you to hear the rest!
With that said, here is song number 4! Nostalgia.
I wrote this song about growing up in Connecticut. Flashbulb memories of driving through my town inspired the feel and lyrics of this song. Let me know what you think! The lyrics are below :)
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Lyrics:
Sipping on nostalgia
I’ve been thinking ‘bout ya
757 was the code to your locker
Mr. Hometown roll your windows down
You never seem to age
You had your keys on a lanyard
Only had standards
Lost any question with a strict answer
Mr. Hometown roll your windows down
You never seem to age
2016, I’m 17, my circle’s about 8 teens
We ride steady
GTI ready
Can’t buy Henny
Little too spenny
But we vibe plenty
And deep down I know I know I know
That I’m bound to roll and roll and roll
Through my town I go I go you know I can’t get away
You see
I’m caught up in my past life
Stick shifts and black ice
Parking lot soirees
Red cup relays
I was proud
If I made the bass bump loud
808 headaches
Oh I’m
Sipping on nostalgia
I’ve been thinking ‘bout ya
757 was the code to your locker
Mr. Hometown roll your windows down
You never seem to age
You had your keys on a lanyard
Only had standards
Lost any question with a strict answer
Mr. Hometown roll your windows down
You never seem to age
Hurry down in my fresh socks
Eat Cheerios and check the clock
Take 15 to the parking lot
Then do si do in my parking spot (skrt)
My eyes and my books read
Got a PBJ with two end bread
Like the frozen grass its crusted (yuck)
My preference not trusted
But my routine is seamless
I’m a color coded extremist
Got my OCD Jesus
Keep on telling me to keep telling me
To keep telling me to keep cleaning
Keep on telling me to keep dreaming
I’ve been dreaming of the past
Down the cul de sac
Leaning out the back
Hoping it would last
I’m caught up in my past life
Stick shifts and black ice
Parking lot soirees
Red cup relays
I was proud
If I made the bass bump loud
808 headaches
Oh I’m
Sipping on nostalgia
I’ve been thinking ‘bout ya
757 was the code to your locker