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christon gray - nostalgious lyrics

[intro: christon gray]
tryna remain decent on my descent
the layaway… oh not yet… ok thats cool

[verse 1: christon gray]
the layaway flow, a lot of things been on hold
i’ve been paying for something he gave away though
guess i feel obligated probably since the day i came home
don’t make a lot of sense the problem is i’m day to day low on change
say it ain’t so, probably spend a lot of days
on condemnation i paper plate fold
moping i’m motivated that’ll make me change clothes
i’m django i feel a slave so i’m cautious
to say no but in the same note i’m bossin’
i stay broke but on the same note i’m flossin’
knowin good and well i’m outta my range so i’m falsin’
falsetto vibrato i lost it
singin i am a god, but this ain’t livin’
if you just buying lebrons, and this ain’t winning
if you just trying for bronze medallions
i used to keep my eye on the prize
nostalgia

[verse 2: christon gray]
my oh my, mya blue eyes telling me
a story i describe as a true crime felony
the cruel world through the pupils of a school girl
i’m doing my best not to let it take form
to my surprise i’m nothing more than a pedigree
working like a dog to keep the dogs off my door
but every dog has its day so i’m torn
between home or the tour, rose or the th-rns
i’m doin’ my best not to let it take form
me and my angels, triangle is the norm
but i’m caught up in the circle, spinning wheels till i’m worn
push ’em to the edge, edges look worn
so i’m kneeling at my bed till my circle transform
to an octagon red, still i ignore
back to the circles now i’m back in the storm
blue grey eyes, gotta skype her in the mornin
night-night to mya, to mommy its the norm
the honeymoon is gone, back to the swarm
i’m making more money but honey ain’t impressed
cause she know about the stress and she knows about the p-rn
i can feel the disconnect, i can feel it even more
i’m trynna take a breath but there’s nothing like a scorn
i’m feeling so withered, ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
i gotta go get it the circle’s your rock ladawn

[verse 3: taelor gray]
yo, this is king meets calvin
cold blooded 100 below kelvin
this nostalgia harder to read than melville
on the same tide and we rolling like yeldon
i drop anchor vibing to ben tankard
all of this advertising mind of a don draper
gold rush in the tomb with the finer things
meeting women on the fly grew some designer wings
ribbon in the sky how cruel is the irony
i may never see it on my stool in the winery
was in the swimming pools calling it the liver pool
red-eye used to rock forces like a jedi
turn puma turn lunar and eclipsed
did the son preach my funeral the universe is sixpence
none richer journey big up in the system
elevation is forever indwelling is the sixth sense

[bridge: b.reith]
at times i tend to lose focus
should, i scratch lines to render men hopeless
or, flat line my own dreams of show biz so
his love can shine through this opus

[outro: b.reith]
i remember that moment like yesterday
your smile came through the cloud
nothing else mattered more in than that moment
when you called me out of the ground

- christon gray lyrics

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