Nostalgia

**Nostalgia** is a remix to the unreleased song, Not An Option by Juice WRLD and also combined with another unreleased song, Air 'Em Out (Freaked It) by Juice WRLD. The song is the fourth remix to be posted on Red Limits' second channel on March 26, 2022, but is the seventy-seventh remix of all remixes.

## Description

On "Nostalgia", Juice WRLD talks about him balling, drugs, and what he thinks of other people. Juice WRLD also flexes on the opposition while flowing on the track. Red produces an instrumental in which has a BPM of 160 and a key of D-flat minor. In addition to the amazing production of the remix, Red uploads a Skyler Graphics cover art of Juice WRLD in a red jersey with "Red Limits" on it, in a basketball court. And, it is notable that the drawing of Juice WRLD looks a bit similar to the art style of the Japanese anime, Haikyuu!

## Lyrics

These pills got me stargazing, feelin' like nostalgia

I can't pick up, because I'm too busy ballin' (Uh-huh), shot-calling (Uh-huh)

I'll give it my all (Uh-huh), yeah, I'll give it my all (Oh), yeah

I'm too busy ballin' (Uh-huh), shot-calling (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

I'll give it my all (Uh-huh, uh-huh), yeah, I'll give it my all (Yeah), yeah

Don't know what you wanna call it (Uh-huh), a Percaholic (Yeah)

These pills got me stargazing (Yeah), feelin' like nostalgia (Yeah)

Don't know what you wanna call it (Yeah), you n\*ggas hot garbage (Yeah)

Won't let you steal the sauce (Uh), no, that is not an option (Uh, uh, uh)

Red bottoms goin' brazy

Countin’ the cash, goin' brazy

Do the dash, goin' brazy

Throwin' a mask on, brazy

Gotta ask, are you crazy?

Thinkin' you was finna play me?

Skrt, start the race

Baow, shot to the face

Gun shoot blue flames, like a video game

If you ain't talkin' about money I promise to God I ain't entertained

Choppa rock you like a show, center stage

Grip the tool like a pro, no interface

Knew that was your girl, went and fucked her anyway

They prolly gon' try to kill me, anyday

It's why I keep some killers with me everyday

FNs, MAC-10s ain't no Glocks, ayy

I can't pick up, because I'm too busy ballin' (Uh-huh), shot-calling (Uh-huh)

I'll give it my all (Uh-huh), yeah, I'll give it my all (Oh), yeah

I'm too busy ballin' (Uh-huh), shot-calling (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

I'll give it my all (Uh-huh, uh-huh), yeah, I'll give it my all (Yeah), yeah

Don't know what you wanna call it (Uh-huh), a Percaholic (Yeah)

These pills got me stargazing (Yeah), feelin' like nostalgia (Yeah)

Don't know what you wanna call it (Yeah), you n\*ggas hot garbage (Yeah)

Won't let you steal the sauce (Uh), no, that is not an option (Uh, uh, uh)

I'm a grown-ass man but look at these boys (Yeah, yeah, what? Yeah-yeah)

Shh, shh, shh, they ain't makin' no noise (Yeah, yeah-yeah)

I'm like *took, took, took*, I spit on these boys (Yeah, yeah-yeah)

Kel-tec and Draco gon' get rid of these boys (Yeah, yeah-yeah)

He said he can see the hoe in me, I'm like n\*gga, you right (You right)

'Til he see me slide (Slide), look the killer in his eyes

They tell me that I'm the goat, I'm appalled, I'm obliged

Hell yeah, fuckin' right, livin' legend in his prime

When I'm in the booth, it ain't shit that they can do

Tryna put dishonesty on me, ain't no lyin' on the truth

Like n\*gga, who the fuck are you?

You must be a fool, mad that she ain't fuckin' you

But she put it on my crew

Uh, this a chess game, better watch your move

No limit my gang, down to make a move

Cameras out, girl, let's make a movie

Back it up, back it up, Juulin'

I can't pick up, because I'm too busy ballin' (Uh-huh), shot-calling (Uh-huh)

I'll give it my all (Uh-huh), yeah, I'll give it my all (Oh), yeah

I'm too busy ballin' (Uh-huh), shot-calling (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

I'll give it my all (Uh-huh, uh-huh), yeah, I'll give it my all (Yeah), yeah

Don't know what you wanna call it (Uh-huh), a Percaholic (Yeah)

These pills got me stargazing (Yeah), feelin' like nostalgia (Yeah)

Don't know what you wanna call it (Yeah), you n\*ggas hot garbage (Yeah)

Won't let you steal the sauce (Uh), no, that is not an option (Uh, uh, uh)

Ashes, ashes, they all fall down (Yeah, yeah, fall down)

Fuck waiting for the money, gotta get it right now (I need to get it right now)

Rolling Loud, pipe down, Rolling Loud, jump in the crowd (Jump in the crowd)

It's goin' up, turnin' around, hit from the back, turn around (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

These n\*gga can't ball at all (Uh), these n\*gga foul

They can't even step foot on my court, these n\*ggas out of bounds (Lil' bitch)

Can't fuck with me I got the touch I shoot from all around

Everything I do, I do it well, player all around (Ooh)

Count the stars in the sky before you count me out (Ooh)

A lot of these people was hatin' on me, they was hopin' I fell, it was full of the doubt (Ooh)

I don't got time for that shit now (Ooh)

Positivity if you gon' be around

Cheers, it's been a hell of a year

I thank God I'm here

I really thank him

He exposed all the real shit, I made it clear

I can't pick up, because I'm too busy ballin' (Uh-huh), shot-calling (Uh-huh)

I'll give it my all (Uh-huh), yeah, I'll give it my all (Oh), yeah

I'm too busy ballin' (Uh-huh), shot-calling (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

I'll give it my all (Uh-huh, uh-huh), yeah, I'll give it my all (Yeah), yeah

Don't know what you wanna call it (Uh-huh), a Percaholic (Yeah)

These pills got me stargazing (Yeah), feelin' like nostalgia (Yeah)

Don't know what you wanna call it (Yeah), you n\*ggas hot garbage (Yeah)

Won't let you steal the sauce (Uh), no, that is not an option (Uh, uh, uh)