that, that blood of a slave Boilin' in my veins, it's just hot Until a nigga can't take it no more Blood of a slave, heart of a king turn my voice up
and feel sad 'Cause the spaces between my fingers Are right where yours fit perfectly I'll find repose in new ways Though I haven't slept in two days 'Cause cold nostalgia
gift, it's a song of redemption Any expression of love is the way to return To that place that I think of so often but I never mention The one the voice
nostalgia Nostaligia Ay, ay, ay, nostaligia The sound of waves in a pool of water I'm drowing in my nostalgia Nostalgia My nostalgia My nostalgia My nostalgia
drowning in my nostalgia, nostalgia, nostalgia The sound of waves in a pool of water I'm drowning in my nostalgia, nostalgia My nostalgia, my nostalgia, my nostalgia
. And people say you dye your hair And wear tight jeans. That doesn?t mean, That you can?t scream, Or like loud noise. You got a choice, You have a voice
so lightly The nun has like myself Nights of love in nostalgia The nun sometimes has Tears full of jealousy Meme a genoux meme en priere Elle entend sa voix
. my heart feels life. nostalgia. i wish we could go on and on and on and on and on. listening to the echoes remaining. i hear your voice inside my head
from the TV an unwatched voice Suggests the answer is to plant more trees The scrawl on the wall says what about the workers And the voice of the people
the tv an unwatched voice Suggests the answer is to plant more trees The scrawl on the wall says what about the workers And the voice of the people says
the re-educator The battle for the past is now the battle for the future Fire for the messengers of this fake nostalgia Soon come judgement day Who
mi guitarra I have the stings of my guitar Tengo la noche y tengo mi voz I have the night and I have my voice Para entregarte con toda el alma With
thrills rerun their youth We follow, we have no voice, the dead Radio nostalgia is radio death I wanna cover diamonds on my wife Hard rock nostalgia
. And people say you Dye your hair and wear tight jeans, that doesni??t mean. That you cani??t scream, or like loud noise, you got a choice, you have a voice
nostalgia Soon come judgement day Who controls the past controls the present And who controls the present controls the future The history they teach is the voice