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 **** 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
******* 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