Chance The Rapper - Nostalgia lyrics

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I still got orange and white cassette tapes

Tents where my neighbor 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 outfits to castles to Elmos

From Santas to grandmas to Gameboys and cellphones

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 playing a long game of hide and go seek

And one day maybe I’mma find Terrance and I could lead them

Kids of the Kingdom singing about freedom

Heads down, eyes shut, time to play Seven Up

Heads bowed, hands clutched, bottles gone, heavens up

Smiles come 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

Misfits and mismatch

That gets off like wrist slaps

Heads down, eyes shut, time to play Seven Up

Heads bowed, hands clutched, bottles gone, heavens up

Smiles come 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”

Heads down, eyes shut, time to play Seven Up

Heads bowed, hands clutched, bottles gone, heavens up

Smiles come through, though my eyes might cry

When they reminisce over you, my God

When they reminisce over you, my God