Nostalgia (ft. _Auto_)
• Written by KO-Doomzday • Featuring _Auto_
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//Starts at 1:06//
//Verse 1 - KO-Doomzday (1:26)//
Experiencing first-hand second-hand nostalgia
Peer pressure taking me and they say, man, how come
Why does this happen all the time I try to do good
Went from just rappin' to be fine and lie when you would
They saying I'm too bad and I need to just retire
Witnessed a whole shooting on here, cousins hired
Put it to the ankle and the wrist, then cuff it higher
The insects get incense, like Alabama classic incest
They say they ain't in this, but I'm tryna just win this
And if you guys get in my way, I'mma live this
Here, have it, I woke up in the west, a graduation ticket
I was left in the dirt and all of this is fascinating, is it?
I turned back to Doomzday when I learned I'm at this bracing minute
And I might be on the line like an acrobat, laced, I didn't
Know
//Instrumental Chorus (2:11)//
//Verse 2 - _Auto_ (2:28)//
Damn shame, why they let me get a champagne, uh
The young can produce thunder, I make black rain, uh
Blood stain saw all over his black range, uh
Catch him at the lights to turn off his lights mane
Life been treating me right so I can't complain, uh
Career 'bout to take flight, G4 plane
I stunt 'em damn growth in this rap thang
Suggest you react quick or invest in some globe games
I'm propane and hard liquor, bow down to who
What homie, toss bullets like flea flickers
To the fullest, I'ma get it to the core
And they tape pictures, yellow tape, stretched out, inches
I can't wait like the first day of school
Waking up, three in the morning, looking at my shoes
But this time around, I be looking are my tool
Wiping it down, i'm in every other commercial now
Hold my mom, it's nothing to hurt you
Two straps on my side, I'm looking like tookie,
Did I do that, yes I did
I told you the truth, cause no witnesses, I'm the truth
Still, I remain calm like a soldier in war
Surrounded by, three bombs, cautious
Shots keep coming like I got three arms
Two trigger fingers over one bomb, let it breathe
//Verse 3 - KO-Doomzday 3:28//
This deja vu inflicting with me was detrimental
The burning mailbox you see the same one I sent it into
The letter was an apology for no reason
I said sorry to everyone and sold these in
To the feds and told 'em that it wasn't me
But it wasn't family or my cousins, see
This wasn't an easy way to try to get across
When this "kill auto" thing happened, I would let it wash
And make my own raps and pen to my own paper
I was just a kid with a dream, still am, my own favors
I don't wanna start anything, I was the biggest in the bunch
No one picked me, out of many one, the sickest one gets punched
And no in-between, it's either bad or good ladders
While I'm writing this, I'm experiencing nostalgia
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KO-Doomzday
Member since December 26 2023