(Nostalgia)

I told shawty we have to have a conversation

I need to know u better 

Need to find a correlation

Here’s my number call me later

I worry if u a player

But she told me that she loyal so it’s time I find a saviour 

You keep playin in my brain but

Let me know, if u still have feeling for me let me know

Just call me later on my cell

But idk cuz bitches get pretentious 

I don’t really worry cuz girls these days jus love keep pretending



It’s about time I make an entrance 

In the club they throw them hundreds 

I be popping all the bottles taking pills like all the party in the hills with all the models



Ye I really got a problem 

I got trust issues with bitches

Not a single soul gon solve it

(Vamp1re)

Baby i am growing i dont think im gonna make it i dont think im gonna say it i dont think I’m gonna play it

Maybe i am chosen but what will i do to make you stay here? baby but im waiting til i make it

Thinking bout those days when we used to call and text,

Baby i am coming up i think imma be next i got pain in my chest,

Im popping pills like I’m dead (MDMA)

Like when we was reminiscing over kissing on her neck, (kissing)

Late nights in the apartment it was just evenin wanted some rest 

Life is slow some times im thinking

I got cocaine in the boot and 

Driveby shootin with my draco 

Even tho got stuff to do

Im stacking all these papers 

No one said that ima make it 

She want me to call her later 

Even tho im not the mood

(Nostalgia)

The other night I took her for dinner

She said she pierogi side of wine even tho rowdy

I’m countin all the minutes like they stackin all around me 

She said she like to go and party like a fucking

 rally

I checked her notifications

She said she loved him and excited to see him later

I worry if she jus playin so left without discussion 

Cuz I know that she’s a player

Blocked her cell cuz I just found out all the fucking layers

The Breakup Part II (feat. nostalgia) PROD. NOSTALGIA

Vamp1re