Trip to Nostalgia

Feeling like a kid again, much needed after some hard days Hitting Forest City for a visit at an arcade Museum, these type of places, never seen them And the plays are unlimited, no quarters to beat em Peeping out the front, surrounded by the classics Same day Gojira dropped Fortitude, I ghosted on Pac-Man Then hit the misses, fed her balls til she spinning Though don't remember working this hard to be winning Still got me grinning, steering to super hang on But the grass got me tripping, turning my bike to napalm Stay calm?! Not when time's a crisis You gotta buck buck then duck, Ah f*ck, I got hit Skip the hunt, take a car through USA and Cruise Bystanders I crash into got me shouting "F*ck you!" That's why my Crazy Taxi gets a D License Every passenger I pick up, when they see me's, frightened They could've gave me time, always rushing niggas, Drago Game difficulties must break you, guano I'm going, for these games, the dudes off his rocker NBA Jam, I'm shouting boom shaka laka! That be J's jam, both in arcades and Genesis But don't expect a nigga to parlay competitive Ness, don't front, it's not that I'm lame I was just a teen last time I rocked rims to flame Yeah I admit it, my skills ain't exquisite Play mortal kombat and I'm the one that's always finished Never thought my head would be ripped from the ass Zero substitution, strategy was just to button mash These games of the past kicked my fucking ass But playing house of the dead with your mom's a motherfucking blast You know me and she are G's toting desert E's Blowing walking dead men's heads off with decent ease That's a lie, we both kept dying But we left the final boss filled with hot iron Then I paid a visit to my nigga Mario He ate shrooms, chased dragons invading barrio Though I love the dude, gotta be an honest man Despite his 3D shit, I'm more of a Sonic fan Going fast as a bullet can get these bots nicked They on my tail but these knuckles leave them boxed in Leave my enemies spinning as I past by Even played the first game owned when I was 5 What a way to end a day of nostalgic pastime In the end, thank you Mom, I had a blast time As the world shifts and negatively alters You gotta do you and take a trip to nostalgia Keeping your mind from wandering out there yonder And treat yourself to a lovely trip to nostalgia As the world shifts and negatively alters You gotta do you and take a trip to nostalgia Keeping your mind from wandering out there yonder And treat yourself to a lovely trip to nostalgia