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Artiste:
Tate McRae
Titre:
Nostalgia
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Daddy went to law school and could've been an architect Now he's turning sixty and wonders where the big dream went Tucker never said a lot, two eyes down, a little luck Took it to the Ivys and never really knew for what And I, I bite my tongue ten times a day Half-swear to God I might just pray And I got a lot to lose, so I might as well lose it anyway And I, I manifested you would leave So the day you did, I had you beat Three steps ahead of everything, lately I wake up feeling like Oh, where does the time go? You never really know Till you're standing in the bathroom mirror like, "No" Shit, we got so close Hit me fast and slow Funny thing about nostalgia Didn't show up till I lost ya, ooh Didn't show up till I lost ya, ooh My ma wasn't raised right, oh, no, all she ever knew was guilt Little did she know that's all her kids would ever grow to feel And every choice leads back to that trait Every time that I drink and heart that I break It's a truckload of regret and stupid mistakes And man, lately I wake up feeling like Oh, where does the time go? You never really know Till you're standing in the bathroom mirror like, "No" Shit, we got so close Hit me fast and slow Funny thing about nostalgia Didn't show up till I lost ya, ooh (When I lost ya) Didn't show up till I lost ya, ooh (When I lost ya, no) Didn't show up till I lost ya (Ooh) It didn't show up till I lost ya, ooh And now I bite my tongue ten times a day Half-swear to God I might just pray And I got a lot to lose, so I might as well lose it anyway And I, I manifested you would leave So the day you did, I had you beat Three steps ahead of everything