Nostalgia the album... coming late 2025.

Inspired by 90s themed hip-hop story telling with a twist of 80s love ballads, Indie creates Nostalgia. This brief intermission of life is masterfully curated to be not only a musical journey but an intense travel through time. Mixing the aggressiveness of hip-hop, funk driven production & an in your face raspy yet melodic flow, Indie demands attention to detail from listeners. With the goal of making listeners value love, life & the challenges they present, Indie becomes the protagonist of this Nostalgic piece of art.

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Song - Shibari V1

Artist - The Indie Legend

Album (EP) - Nostalgia

Recorded By - SGrossAudio

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Produced By - WonderLust

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Lyrics:

Yo

She was the type that I would meet on my lunch breaks

And gas like a nigga got no breaks

a bad bitch

Matter fact she never fucked with her shades off

We only ever met when I dazed off a dream killa

She get my soul in the palm of her hand

A real Medusa

Da type to make you come wit the bread and no excuses

Da type to make you question yoself like what you doin

Aye what you doin

I got way too much in this cup

And Im fucked

And I can’t drink you outta my head

Now lm da whip wit da shits

And I swerve hit a curb

Then somehow crash in yo bed

I got way too much going on on right now

And I can’t get you outta my head

If I could give my soul just to be with you right now

Swear to god I be dead

I know we could all use little bit of love right but it’s cool if we fuck instead

I got way too much goin on right now

And I can’t get you outta my head

Yo

She was the type that I would want it the worse way

We shoulda never met in da first place

Opposites attract in da worst way

We shoulda never fucked in the first place

She got my soul in the palm of her hands a real Medusa

The type to make you come with the bread and no excuses

The type to take you over the edge like what you doin

Aye what you doing

I put way too much in this blunt

Now im stuck

And I can’t smoke you outta my head

I put way too much in this cup

Now I’m drunk

And I can’t drink you outta my head

I put way too much in this blunt

Now im stuck

And I can’t smoke you outta my head

I’m in da crib with the shits

Then I swerve hit a curb

And then somehow crash in yo bed

I got way too much going on on right now

And I can’t get you outta my head

If I could give my soul just to be with you right now

Swear to god I be dead

I know we could all use little bit of love right but it’s cool if we fuck instead

I got way too much goin on right now

And I can’t get you outta my head