Cal Scruby - Nostalgia lyrics

It's quite a challenge
Woozy I find a balance
Drinkin' with my lawyer
Had sushi with my accountant
Losin' touch 'n' puffin' a loosy
That's where I found it
One hit of the cig and
I usually feel nostalgic

When I'm on a bender it's
Usually when I miss home
Mentally repairing and staring up
Out the window looking for revenge it's the
Count de Monte Cristo
I be counting money by the fistful, youngin'
You don't know what nothing
Bout this though, youngin'
Zelda got the motherfucking 6-4 hummin'
Sip till you slip get a grip y'all buggin'
I went to the desert, took a trip no luggage
Saw stars dancing party in the Mars mansion
As big as Kardashian asses gargantuan
All these kids nappin' I'm
Asking for large ransom
Got the energy documentary Charles Manson
Big bowl of cereal, fuckin' up some Cheerios
This some real shit I think y'all
Don't really hear me tough
Dap you with the left, I'm antibacterial
I'm big star Mario, here we go (Here we go)
I don't know a thing but I'm still a genius
2021 I wanna fill arenas
Got lil' shorty who model for Wilhelmina
She ain't Filipina but she feel the penis
(Ha ha) i does all my recognition run it
Back give that a second
Listen always had it I just added repetition
Label tracking data like a statistician
Never had the vision
That I do I had to do that independent

That was when I realized
I just gotta keep doing shit
I was looking around for a long time
Looking at other people
Like they were doing shit right and
I was doing shit wrong
And then I realized nobody actually knows
What the fuck they're doing
But the people that succeed are the
People that just keep doing it

Nobody got the solution don't let
Them give you advice
They try to copy the sauce but
They ain't give it the spice
See I mix in the wrongs they
Only mix in the rights
Add everybody I lost and that's
What give it the life
That's the recipe, that's the best of me
That's a lesson not a loss
It's God testin' me
I know it's a rental car
It's not impressin' me
It's not raw it's not
Real it's all wrestlin'
Gimme the belt now, I had a meltdown
They ain't do me no solids
But they wanna help now
And I don't need ya it's
Just me and Kawika, yeah
I let Corbett do the beats
And on my reefer sativa
I know G gonna pull up
With that casamiga tequila
I know we gon' make a record
He gon' be on the feature
I can't release it, it's a big summer
Can't go fuckin' up the bag
It's a big number, yeah
So pay up, time to pay up, yeah
Still asleep so I gotta stay up, yeah
Them bitches hackin' at you on the way up
Mhm
But this a dunk ain't no fuckin' layup, ooh

It's quite a challenge
Woozy I find a balance
Drinkin' with my lawyer
Had sushi with my accountant
Losin' touch 'n' puffin' a loosie
That's where I found it
One hit of the cig and
I usually feel nostalgic