Love & Nostalgia - Ashton

Fresh to death until my coffin

And a Prada smell when I walk in

I hate when you say I don’t call, shit

Used to text daily like Carson

Got too hard and now we soften an

We ain’t talking too often

I need a condo or loft an

Just to get you back into your stockings

An ugh, you know how I rock yeah

I treat you just like you Aaliyah

Then I hate you when I leave yeah

A couple months I disappear

I used to check in like a cashier

But I needed change since last year

And now I feel like I’m too open

Ashtray full of roaches

Or the shisha smoke when I’m blowing O’s and I’m seeing ghosts

Best thing about being single is in the strip throwing singles

Unload a clip man I’m in clique where anything goes

Check lists get checked off with the same goals

All for one never one for all how that saying goes

I’m too caught up with woman and muses too often

Sometimes I’m feeling ruthless and want to pull up for you to come hop in

I guess it’s best for you to know that I got some options

Even if you ain’t the one I pick nostalgia kick too often

Hook:

It happens too often

Happens way too often

Way, way too often

Way, way too often

Now we in January eating dinner down at The Rose Water

Celebrations 'cause we go hard like the fourth quarter or the fourth Carter

Had to hit the flow hard like a mojito mixed up with Mavado

You know girls like the bravado

While you were getting deesed I had a need to go full throttle

Damn mama, never sit up on the fence

I’m a, blow like I play with Lance

I’m a, blow like I’m Bryan Cranston

I’ve been breaking bad habits

I’ve been a hopeless romantic

Giving muses the advantage

Have them wrapped around a ring treating tings like Saturn

I don’t chase numbers but yours missing in my call log

Since we called off nostalgia hitting when we fall off

Had a feeling that it’s all wrong

You know the feeling is all gone

But I get when the glass break and the fire spread like a Molotov

Hook:

It happens too often

Happens way too often

Way, way too often

Way, way too often

In love and death

She’s loving that

The way we talk

All the depth

And nonetheless

All the sex, all the best

Going 130 on the Q.E. Dub

She’s on my right and I’m on the left

Hook:

It happens too often

Happens way too often

Way, way too often

Way, way too often