Information by Nostalgia Lyrics
[Chorus: Nostalgia]
Fishing for information won't stop
They gone get it by any means
Oh no! The cops
On my trail tryna' gun me down
You know, formation
They won't even lock em' up and put his chains in formation
Even if he live to tell the story
They won't stop
Found out that he violated parole and stole a watch
Now they finna' put em' back in the systems rotation
(think they give a fuck about you out there?)
Spend a couple months behind these bars
Happy belated
[Verse 1: Nostalgia]
He ain't got no money in his commissary
Niggas beat his ass and told him to be kindly ready
Thought they didn't give a fuck about you out there?
There sure don't care in prison
Keep on livin'
Appreciate
Enjoy these feelings
Elevate
Find your God
Meditate
Trust low since I was Manitee
Nobody can get close
Not even the ones that are close to me
They really love you till you die
They don't really want you till you fly
Which one you gone pick?
[Girls 1 & 2]
"Hol' up! Hol' up! We still looking at the other options!"
"Hold on! You not even givin' us no time, like damn!"
[Verse 2: Nostalgia]
Well, I'll add that to my list of my problems
I been tryna' solve em'
You don't make it better
Quietly you judge me 'cause you think you better
How you gone get to heaven with an ugly heart?
Who the fuck has hurt you? Who split you apart?
Why you lie to yourself? Why you play the part?
What you tryna' win? An Oscar?
Nah, what you tryna' do?
You tryna' win an argument?
Do you feel validated? Do you feel fucking smarter?
Give you two claps!
Give you some cookies and water
Pat on the back
Now get out my face
You be trying me
Every time that I see you I just be sighin'
Leave!
Leave!
Stop fucking with me
[Chorus: Nostalgia]
Fishing for information won't stop
They gone get it by any means
Oh no! The cops
On my trail tryna' gun me down
You know, formation
They won't even lock em' up and put his chains in formation
Even if he live to tell the story
They won't stop
(Woop!)
Found out that he violated parole and stole a watch
(last motherfuckin' take)
Now they finna' put em' back in the systems rotation
(Okay! This is...)
Spend a couple months behind these bars
Happy belated
[Verse 3: Nostalgia]
Now you got the info
What you gone do?
Go tell yo' kinfolk?
Typical
These niggas can't even hold hot water
Get your hand off the stove
My problems mad trivial
Life cyclical
Go around, come back around
Then go around, come back again
Purify my water
Put it in a gourd
I'm travelin'
Yes I'm Master Yin
I'm Master Yang
It's black and white again
If you bad then I'm so good
If i'm black then I'm so hood
Livin' with the Davidsons
Now I'm lil' suburban
[Verse 4: Nostalgia]
How the fuck do I put up with this?
I may not love myself enough
So I gotta work on it
They hangin' meat by the feet
Forcing me to work for them
Stressed
Losing weight
Calling me Slim Jim
No Rae Sremm
But I be on ten
Sometimes I'm suicidal
Sometimes I'm homicidal
Sometimes I sing like Lionel
Spiritual like Prince
Love me like your new idol
Status on Jackson 5
Legend on double Michael
Watch how you treat your mind
What a terrible thing to waste
Tryna' fill that open space
It'll have ya' ass forgetting
Scrambling your settings
Look me dead in my eye and tell me why you forget me
Look me dead in my eye and tell me why you won't love me
[Chorus: Nostalgia]
Fishing for information won't stop
They gone get it by any means
Oh no! The cops
On my trail tryna' gun me down
You know, formation
They won't even lock em' up and put his chains in formation
Even if he live to tell the story
They won't stop
Found out that he violated parole and stole a watch
Now they finna' put em' back in the systems rotation
Spend a couple months behind these bars
Happy belated
Fishing for information won't stop
They gone get it by any means
Oh no! The cops
On my trail tryna' gun me down
You know, formation
They won't even lock em' up and put his chains in formation
Even if he live to tell the story
They won't stop
Found out that he violated parole and stole a watch
Now they finna' put em' back in the systems rotation
(think they give a fuck about you out there?)
Spend a couple months behind these bars
Happy belated
[Verse 1: Nostalgia]
He ain't got no money in his commissary
Niggas beat his ass and told him to be kindly ready
Thought they didn't give a fuck about you out there?
There sure don't care in prison
Keep on livin'
Appreciate
Enjoy these feelings
Elevate
Find your God
Meditate
Trust low since I was Manitee
Nobody can get close
Not even the ones that are close to me
They really love you till you die
They don't really want you till you fly
Which one you gone pick?
[Girls 1 & 2]
"Hol' up! Hol' up! We still looking at the other options!"
"Hold on! You not even givin' us no time, like damn!"
[Verse 2: Nostalgia]
Well, I'll add that to my list of my problems
I been tryna' solve em'
You don't make it better
Quietly you judge me 'cause you think you better
How you gone get to heaven with an ugly heart?
Who the fuck has hurt you? Who split you apart?
Why you lie to yourself? Why you play the part?
What you tryna' win? An Oscar?
Nah, what you tryna' do?
You tryna' win an argument?
Do you feel validated? Do you feel fucking smarter?
Give you two claps!
Give you some cookies and water
Pat on the back
Now get out my face
You be trying me
Every time that I see you I just be sighin'
Leave!
Leave!
Stop fucking with me
[Chorus: Nostalgia]
Fishing for information won't stop
They gone get it by any means
Oh no! The cops
On my trail tryna' gun me down
You know, formation
They won't even lock em' up and put his chains in formation
Even if he live to tell the story
They won't stop
(Woop!)
Found out that he violated parole and stole a watch
(last motherfuckin' take)
Now they finna' put em' back in the systems rotation
(Okay! This is...)
Spend a couple months behind these bars
Happy belated
[Verse 3: Nostalgia]
Now you got the info
What you gone do?
Go tell yo' kinfolk?
Typical
These niggas can't even hold hot water
Get your hand off the stove
My problems mad trivial
Life cyclical
Go around, come back around
Then go around, come back again
Purify my water
Put it in a gourd
I'm travelin'
Yes I'm Master Yin
I'm Master Yang
It's black and white again
If you bad then I'm so good
If i'm black then I'm so hood
Livin' with the Davidsons
Now I'm lil' suburban
[Verse 4: Nostalgia]
How the fuck do I put up with this?
I may not love myself enough
So I gotta work on it
They hangin' meat by the feet
Forcing me to work for them
Stressed
Losing weight
Calling me Slim Jim
No Rae Sremm
But I be on ten
Sometimes I'm suicidal
Sometimes I'm homicidal
Sometimes I sing like Lionel
Spiritual like Prince
Love me like your new idol
Status on Jackson 5
Legend on double Michael
Watch how you treat your mind
What a terrible thing to waste
Tryna' fill that open space
It'll have ya' ass forgetting
Scrambling your settings
Look me dead in my eye and tell me why you forget me
Look me dead in my eye and tell me why you won't love me
[Chorus: Nostalgia]
Fishing for information won't stop
They gone get it by any means
Oh no! The cops
On my trail tryna' gun me down
You know, formation
They won't even lock em' up and put his chains in formation
Even if he live to tell the story
They won't stop
Found out that he violated parole and stole a watch
Now they finna' put em' back in the systems rotation
Spend a couple months behind these bars
Happy belated