nostalgia

i stack money, i stack bands

this is for the little cole with dirt covered hands

tonka toys to .45's and weed crumbs in the pan

he'd be dissapointed but hell, even i am

i got paper, i got fans

this is for the little cole who never had a man

nobody to look up to

what good is being famous

when you wake up every morning and you barely fuckin' can?

yeah, now i'm a star and people want some more

and the fans spread far

i guess this is what i wanted

but it's still a hole in my heart

i'm still fallin' apart

i still look in that mirror and it ain't enough

i don't even know what i want anymore

and the drugs won't fix this

yeah, the drugs won't fix this, no, no, no

i tried to do it different

i'm nothing, so don't miss it, don't

i stack money, i stack bands

this is for the little cole with dirt covered hands

tonka toys to .45's and weed crumbs in the pan

he'd be dissapointed but hell, even i am

i stay up all night just thinkin' 'bout all of the good times

no matter how many rhymes i write, i'll never be that kid again

feel like i wasted all my time

nostalgia eats at me from the inside

bit by bit, lie by lie

i know you lied, why'd you lie?

i won't let that fly

i stack money, i stack bands

but i'd trade it all back for those dirt covered hands

the .45's for the little guy, i wish i could just have it all back

but it's gone and i know it's wrong

'cause why do we all only get one chance?

i mean damn, now i'm the man

but i'd rather be back in the trance