Songtext
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(Future)
(Future nostalgia)
(Future nostalgia)
(Future nostalgia)
You want a timeless song
I wanna change the game
Like modern architecture
John Lautner coming your way
I know you like this beat
Cuz Jeff been doing the damn thing
You wanna turn it up loud
"Future Nostalgia" is the name (Future nostalgia)
I know you're dying trying to figure me out
My name's on the tip of your tongue, keep running your mouth
You want the recipe, but can't handle my sound
My sound, my sound (Future)
(Future nostalgia)
No matter what you do, I'm gonna get it without ya (Hey, hey) (Future nostalgia)
I know you ain't used to a female alpha (No way, no way) (Future nostalgia)
No matter what you do, I'm gonna get it without ya (Hey, hey) (Future nostalgia)
I know you ain't used to a female alpha (No way, no way) (Future nostalgia)
Can't be a Rolling Stone, if you live in a glass house (Future nostalgia)
You keep on talking that talk, one day, you're gonna blast out
You can't be bitter if I'm out here showing my face (Future nostalgia)
You want what now looks like
Let me give you a taste
I know you're dying trying to figure me out
My name's on the tip of your tongue, keep running your mouth
You want the recipe, but can't handle my sound
My sound, my sound (Future)
(Future nostalgia)
No matter what you do, I'm gonna get it without ya (Hey, hey) (Future nostalgia)
I know you ain't used to a female alpha (No way, no way) (Future nostalgia)
No matter what you do, I'm gonna get it without ya (Hey, hey) (Future nostalgia)
I know you ain't used to a female alpha (No way, no way) (Future nostalgia)
You can't get with this, if you ain't built for this
You can't get with this, if you ain't built for this
I can't build you up, if you ain't tough enough
I can't teach a man how to wear his pants (Haha)
I know you're dying trying to figure me out
My name's on the tip of your tongue, keep running your mouth
You want the recipe, but can't handle my sound
My sound, my sound (Future)
I know you're dying trying to figure me out
My name's on the tip of your tongue, keep running your mouth
You want the recipe, but can't handle my sound
My sound, my sound (Future)
(Future nostalgia)
(Future nostalgia)
(Future nostalgia)
My sound, my sound, my sound
(Future, future nostalgia)
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