Chance The Rapper - Nostalgia lyrics

He should try enjoying life
Rather than spending his
Time trying to outsmart me while he's alive
That is i know what you're saying but
It's not that simple, it's just human nature
What's that guy doing, I wonder?

I still got orange and white cassette tapes
Tents where my neighbors came to spectate
Niggas that's tough now used to
Get little in the dark it's all cool now
We're all little kids at heart
Accident prone Chance, y'all remember 'bout
The time I cracked my head
Open at Auntie Linda's House?
From diapers to outfit's to castles to Elmos
From Santas to Grandmas to
Gameboys and cell phones
Rocked your world, fourth grade talent show
Jada and Justin's birthday magic show
Games of tips taking niggas to school
Two quarters and I'll bust your ass at pool
On bull round here we lose best
Friends like every week
I like to think we playin' a long
Game of hide and go seek
And one day maybe I'ma find Terrance
And I could lead them
Kids of the Kingdom singing 'bout freedom

Heads down, eyes shut, time to play Seven Up
Heads bowed, hands clutched, bottles gone
Heavens up
Smile comes through, though my eyes might cry
When they reminisce over you, my God

Let's take it back like Indian givers
To Indian burns and Jiminy Crickets
To the smell of Pillsbury on biscuit mornings
To puffy winter coats and Christmas mornings
I used to chill with the kids next door
And SpongeBob came around 'bout four
And then I'd hang with Bart's guys
Around the bend was Smart Guy
Flipping through the picture books
Checking through my archives
Remember the old days
The ones you'll never get back
At the end of parties
Passing around gift bags
Now we blow entire O's at one kick back
MY$FITS and mismatch that get
Off like wrist slaps, uhh

Heads down, eyes shut, time to play Seven Up
Heads bowed, hands clutched, bottles gone
Heavens up
Smile comes through, though my eyes might cry
When they reminisce over you, my God
When they reminisce over you, my God

Remember Jeepers and Odyssey Fun World?
Young pimpin' like you oughta see one girl
Mama Jann, mama Charlie, and my mama Lisa
Booster seat used to boost my kitty
Connie's Pizza
And every year we made a Christmas list
And Auntie Linda cooked a Christmas dish
And all of our grandparents
Made a Christmas wish like "Lord, let me see
Another year like this", uhh

Heads down, eyes shut, time to play Seven Up
Heads bowed, hands clutched, bottles gone
Heavens up
Smile comes through, though my eyes might cry
When they reminisce over you, my God
When they reminisce over you, my God