Waves crashed, then my visions blurred
I was hit with nostalgia of a Miami blurb
Warm morning sun, hot on my skin
Like how my September mornings would roll in
Felt good
Nothing would end
Then night covered the sunset bend.
If cocaine is bad
Trust me, Miami felt good!
Gave me a better high than the weeds in Hollywood
This nostalgia could last a lifetime
And I'd never stop finding words that would rhyme
With the beaches that made out with my soul
And the night clubs that swallowed my depression whole
I was in the line of fire of Miami's heat
Give me more baby!
Let's make this a worthwhile cheat
My radical mind is a perfect match
For a Miami Vice, down the hatch!
But just like how nostalgias go
The depressing reality flowed
I didn't mean to know
That this place had a rationale for pessimistic flow
Miami sunk me faster than a quick sand
Into stanning Latin bands
That sings lyrics of Escobar's lifestyle on this land
Miami is the epicenter;
The hurricane's eye
For romances, vanilla sex and expensive Rolex.
Honestly, I bought quite a few of some
To be like them,
A Miami numb
Albeit, I liked the Latin view, too
The flirty dances, stolen kisses and make out advances
Gotta be real,
I'd drown myself for the Miami feel
But all of these are gaslight hues
Making me forget that rare is only a few
The rare life doesn't only consist
Of kaleidoscopic lights in tune to the rhythm of the night
Of going home at morning bright
And being wasted on your fifteenth bottle of Bud Light.
Then the angels sang in my ears,
"Flight BR0261 is now boarding"
A perfect nostalgia ending
I opened my eyes again,
There I was, sitting on an airplane
Flying first class
Sipping champagne
I ceased thinking of Miami,
I already wreaked havoc there like a tsunami,
And finally,
I'm folding all these memories like an origami.
Miami, you'll always be my favorite nostalgic memory
But let's be honest,
I'm the one who terrified that city.