Testi Love & Nostalgia - Ashton

Love & Nostalgia

Fresh to death until my coffin
And a Prada smell when I walk in
I hate when you say I don’t call, shit
Used to text daily like Carson
Got too hard and now we soften an
We ain’t talking too often
I need a condo or loft an
Just to get you back into your stockings
An ugh, you know how I rock yeah
I treat you just like you Aaliyah
Then I hate you when I leave yeah
A couple months I disappear
I used to check in like a cashier
But I needed change since last year
And now I feel like I’m too open
Ashtray full of roaches
Or the shisha smoke when I’m blowing O’s and I’m seeing ghosts
Best thing about being single is in the strip throwing singles
Unload a clip man I’m in clique where anything goes
Check lists get checked off with the same goals
All for one never one for all how that saying goes
I’m too caught up with woman and muses too often
Sometimes I’m feeling ruthless and want to pull up for you to come hop in
I guess it’s best for you to know that I got some options
Even if you ain’t the one I pick nostalgia kick too often
Hook:
It happens too often
Happens way too often
Way, way too often
Way, way too often
Now we in January eating dinner down at The Rose Water
Celebrations 'cause we go hard like the fourth quarter or the fourth Carter
Had to hit the flow hard like a mojito mixed up with Mavado
You know girls like the bravado
While you were getting deesed I had a need to go full throttle
Damn mama, never sit up on the fence
I’m a, blow like I play with Lance
I’m a, blow like I’m Bryan Cranston
I’ve been breaking bad habits
I’ve been a hopeless romantic
Giving muses the advantage
Have them wrapped around a ring treating tings like Saturn
I don’t chase numbers but yours missing in my call log
Since we called off nostalgia hitting when we fall off
Had a feeling that it’s all wrong
You know the feeling is all gone
But I get when the glass break and the fire spread like a Molotov
Hook:
It happens too often
Happens way too often
Way, way too often
Way, way too often
In love and death
She’s loving that
The way we talk
All the depth
And nonetheless
All the sex, all the best
Going 130 on the Q.E. Dub
She’s on my right and I’m on the left
Hook:
It happens too often
Happens way too often
Way, way too often
Way, way too often