Song parody of
GREETINGS FROM NOSTALGIA LAND
by Carter Young
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Greetings from nostalgia land
Free from the homicide
Know you been having troubles
Back on the main line
What we speak is bonafide
Certified paradise
Its just a little simpler
Know you got issues
You can ignore
Family won't miss you
Listen mister
You can abort
Don't let them tempt you
I said don't let them tempt you
Escape while you still can
Make your own decisions be your own man
Let those pride sinned idiots duke it out
And runaway when shit hits the fan
Tell me what your really fighting for
Tell me why you wanna be the hero
I said right now you don't gotta be a hero
Off the dome
I'm in my zone
I feel like the messenger boy, cuz I'm flying high like a drone
But I'm all alone
But no till later
I spend about 11 bands on these Tom Ford alligators
They brown just like they Mater
Grand swinging from my neck
That's a slight flex
Just to show people watching that I'm eager to be next
Carter Young stuck up in Nostalgia Land
Dreaming up Grammy worthy hits and charter plans
To charge your man $20 for a beat
I'm on that Kanye heat
I'm on my Travis chic
I'm doing it Tyler neat
Im always on my feet
And for the ones watching Nostalgia Land I greet
Greetings from nostalgia land
Free from the homicide
Know you been having troubles
Back on the main line
What we speak is bonafide
Certified paradise
Its just a little simpler
Know you got issues
You can ignore
Family won't miss you
Listen mister
You can abort
Don't let them tempt you
I said don't let them tempt you
Escape while you still can
Make your own decisions be your own man
Let those pride sinned idiots duke it out
And runaway when shit hits the fan
Tell me what your really fighting for
Tell me why you wanna be the hero
I said right now you don't gotta be a hero
Off the dome
I'm in my zone
I feel like the messenger boy, cuz I'm flying high like a drone
But I'm all alone
But no till later
I spend about 11 bands on these Tom Ford alligators
They brown just like they Mater
Grand swinging from my neck
That's a slight flex
Just to show people watching that I'm eager to be next
Carter Young stuck up in Nostalgia Land
Dreaming up Grammy worthy hits and charter plans
To charge your man $20 for a beat
I'm on that Kanye heat
I'm on my Travis chic
I'm doing it Tyler neat
Im always on my feet
And for the ones watching Nostalgia Land I greet
