Eighties

Woah

She don't got no control, she got a broken soul

And she don't know what it's like to wake up in the morning light, yeah

And she always wanna fight,

She don't know how to make it right, nah (Woah)

And she got style, but I know that she crazy

And she do blow like she grew in the eighties

Baby, don't waste my time

I'm ****ed up and shit ain't right

And she got style, but I know that she crazy

And she do blow like she grew in the eighties

Babygirl, that's alright

We're ****ed up, but we'll be fine

Wasted, wasted, done with the liquor

Wanna taste it, taste it, down with the dripper

Ain't patient, patient, drugs in her system

Tryna gain through respect, tryna vibe with my rhythm

And late nights get longer, your feelings get stronger

But if it's one thing I know

You're way too ****ed, can't take you home

Cocaine crazy, off the rails

Money got long like her pinky nails

She do coco, no Chanel

****ed up head, but she bad as hell

And she got style, but I know that she crazy

And she do blow like she grew in the eighties

Baby, don't waste my time

I'm ****ed up and shit ain't right

And she got style, but I know that she crazy

And she do blow like she grew in the eighties

Babygirl, that's alright

We're ****ed up but we'll be fine