Alright. These lyrics are going to go in the first half:



nostalgia is all I need

Please take me back to sault ste marie

I met an older woman there

Her god was art Her art was what she did

This Mod lifestyle id never seen before

smoking cloves on a southern porch

selling japanese imports

I met a few men who inspired me

Completely stunned by what I could possibly be

Spreadin the love, thats arcadia for yeah

you can thank matt, now its yours, yeah its for you...

Nostalgia, it buries me

Mother fucking memories