Ace Volar, Overspace, St. Wallace - Nostalgic Adolescence Lyrics

Volar
Shoutout Overspace on the beat
Look, I got nowhere left to run to
Gotta face my problems
Before I start there I gotta go back to what caused them
Tryna get a dollar, ain't too many that's gon' help
Depression double back like a fucking door revolving
Ask me how I feel, I'ma tell you how I felt
'Cause before 19 man I felt fucking awesome
Last summer skating thru the city with my niggas
Before I get a job and start scraping at the coffin, nostalgic adolescence
Nostalgic adolescence
Nostalgic adolescence
Yeah, nostalgic adolescence
Volar, look
When I take a look around
I don't really see no smiles
I don't really speak out loud
Thoughts in my head
Got so many man they got me 'bout to drown
Praying I can peek up now
Nostalgic adolescence
Skating with my speaker up loud
Pointing at these suburb cribs when we skating by
Tugging like brodie that's gon' be my house, like
Long ass 20-foot couch
We been had these dreams
Chase it and get it by any means
Got a pocket full of schemes and ecstasy for the fiends
I just want a life that's full of the finer things, like
Sunrise peeking through the trees
Big backyard with the branches that got money on the leaves
Promise baby I won't ever leave
Just give me all of you and I'ma give you all of me
This life shit is precious, so
When I'm sad I think of my nostalgic adolescence
Nostalgic adolescence
Yeah, put yo motherfucking hands up
Nostalgic adolescence
Yeah, nostalgic adolescence
Woah, woah, aye
Nostalgic adolescence
You don't know what ya got 'til it's gone
You don't know what ya got 'til it's gone
You don't know what ya got 'til it's gone
You don't know what ya, you don't know what ya
You don't know what ya got 'til it's gone
Don't know what ya got 'til it's gone
You don't know what ya got 'til it's gone
You don't know what ya, you don't know what ya

Volar
Shoutout Overspace on the beat
Look, I got nowhere left to run to
Gotta face my problems
Before I start there I gotta go back to what caused them
Tryna get a dollar, ain't too many that's gon' help
Depression double back like a fucking door revolving
Ask me how I feel, I'ma tell you how I felt
'Cause before 19 man I felt fucking awesome
Last summer skating thru the city with my niggas
Before I get a job and start scraping at the coffin, nostalgic adolescence
Nostalgic adolescence
Nostalgic adolescence
Yeah, nostalgic adolescence
Volar, look
When I take a look around
I don't really see no smiles
I don't really speak out loud
Thoughts in my head
Got so many man they got me 'bout to drown
Praying I can peek up now
Nostalgic adolescence
Skating with my speaker up loud
Pointing at these suburb cribs when we skating by
Tugging like brodie that's gon' be my house, like
Long ass 20-foot couch
We been had these dreams
Chase it and get it by any means
Got a pocket full of schemes and ecstasy for the fiends
I just want a life that's full of the finer things, like
Sunrise peeking through the trees
Big backyard with the branches that got money on the leaves
Promise baby I won't ever leave
Just give me all of you and I'ma give you all of me
This life shit is precious, so
When I'm sad I think of my nostalgic adolescence
Nostalgic adolescence
Yeah, put yo motherfucking hands up
Nostalgic adolescence
Yeah, nostalgic adolescence
Woah, woah, aye
Nostalgic adolescence
You don't know what ya got 'til it's gone
You don't know what ya got 'til it's gone
You don't know what ya got 'til it's gone
You don't know what ya, you don't know what ya
You don't know what ya got 'til it's gone
Don't know what ya got 'til it's gone
You don't know what ya got 'til it's gone
You don't know what ya, you don't know what ya