80's Baby
Turn the lights down low, get in the moment
Get my Chick Taylors on, lace em
How we used to run back then
We talkin' 9-3 9-4 eleven years ol' man
80's baby not like this old niggas
8-bit Nintendo, now we switching (switch)
It's the new shit, that super Nintendo
That Super Tennis, that Super Mario
Older niggas they just can't catch the feelin'
You know the Street Fighter shit imma kill em'
Look at the smile on the kid but on the inside
Surrounded by issues they stuck right with him like
Mom is cryin', pops is gone
What the fuck is goin' on cops breakin' down the door
Lookin' blaze, lookin' hoes
They got dogs with em', now they sniffin' my clothes
But still it goes on
imma imma imma imma 80's babe-baby, imma 80's babe-baby
imma imma imma 80's babe-baby imma 80's babe-baby
On the regular we got fiends in the house
Cause it's so damn hard to kick family out
And it's so damn hard to kick those type of habits to the side
When all they do is stick to you
Glue, best? aluminum cans shit had to change
We talkin' Transformers
Leave the shit outside like legwarmers
We already seen too much of that
Twelve years old, my brother sixteen
Buggin' me, he can really go places
But it seems so racist, mean I can tell ya for colour
Like you can't have one without the other
Like bread without butter (no)
So we pickin' upp a lucy instead (ooh)
Only fuck what you think was right or wrong
I didn't think about it 'til I headed home
Sut still it goes on
Imma imma imma 80's babe-baby imma 80's babe-baby x2
Still got issues, mums gettin' sicker
In and out of hospitals, the rent's due nigga
Luckily she got her back on her feet
Around the same time my brother back on the street
Slangin' that weed and yay so heavy
There's no option we gotta get paid at the mon' man
Take it back to the 80's, push it to the limit
Shit was so crazy man yeah
More colorful than I could ever depict
With crayons and whitepaper
I'm talkin' neon lights, I got the high top fade
Plus some pumps on my feet, make the cypher complete
Imma 80's baby man
imma imma imma 80's babe-baby imma 80's babe-baby x2
ahehe there's no option we gotta get paid
Get my Chick Taylors on, lace em
How we used to run back then
We talkin' 9-3 9-4 eleven years ol' man
80's baby not like this old niggas
8-bit Nintendo, now we switching (switch)
It's the new shit, that super Nintendo
That Super Tennis, that Super Mario
Older niggas they just can't catch the feelin'
You know the Street Fighter shit imma kill em'
Look at the smile on the kid but on the inside
Surrounded by issues they stuck right with him like
Mom is cryin', pops is gone
What the fuck is goin' on cops breakin' down the door
Lookin' blaze, lookin' hoes
They got dogs with em', now they sniffin' my clothes
But still it goes on
imma imma imma imma 80's babe-baby, imma 80's babe-baby
imma imma imma 80's babe-baby imma 80's babe-baby
On the regular we got fiends in the house
Cause it's so damn hard to kick family out
And it's so damn hard to kick those type of habits to the side
When all they do is stick to you
Glue, best? aluminum cans shit had to change
We talkin' Transformers
Leave the shit outside like legwarmers
We already seen too much of that
Twelve years old, my brother sixteen
Buggin' me, he can really go places
But it seems so racist, mean I can tell ya for colour
Like you can't have one without the other
Like bread without butter (no)
So we pickin' upp a lucy instead (ooh)
Only fuck what you think was right or wrong
I didn't think about it 'til I headed home
Sut still it goes on
Imma imma imma 80's babe-baby imma 80's babe-baby x2
Still got issues, mums gettin' sicker
In and out of hospitals, the rent's due nigga
Luckily she got her back on her feet
Around the same time my brother back on the street
Slangin' that weed and yay so heavy
There's no option we gotta get paid at the mon' man
Take it back to the 80's, push it to the limit
Shit was so crazy man yeah
More colorful than I could ever depict
With crayons and whitepaper
I'm talkin' neon lights, I got the high top fade
Plus some pumps on my feet, make the cypher complete
Imma 80's baby man
imma imma imma 80's babe-baby imma 80's babe-baby x2
ahehe there's no option we gotta get paid
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Writer(s): Hamed Pirouzpanah, Adam Taal Eriksson
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