Lyrics:
clear
There's two sides to every Story
And that life 1990's babies Don't have to adhere
Thank God our situation is Not that severe
I'm talking about
to the 1990s trauma wrapped in silk
She's got everything she needs
A little more couldn't hurt, so goes sobriety
She's got everything she needs
O Jenny
Jenny
shit in all CAPS
I swivel off of the top something like a ball Cap
If that ain't Yung Hu$tle then what do you call that
I'm a 1990's Rider
Dade county
in second grade we used to play with the ancient trinkets
But that was back in the 1990s and we took a picture with Billy Corgan
These thoughts are
back to the 1990s (Huh)
And you grin and grind on your pussy (Yeah)
Share some love cuz you're 20 (20)
Throw the shit back to the 80s (80s)
Fabian Mendez
down, she said
She knew every band
She was the biggest kind of fan
I had an autographed picture by my bed
Oh and Grandma said Aunt Bobbie
Was always
When I was seventeen, my second band played a talent show
We played a top ten hit from the 1990s for my whole high school
I wore my baggy jeans, I
Way Back by Hi-Lite Real
Verse 1:
Flashback way back To the 1990s
Birthday party at my aunt Phil house
Sweet spring time weather cooling out in
comin
Yea, if you measure looks by the money I am not ugly
Bitch I'm tryna' feel up on that ass, we is not huggin
Bitch I got a Drac in the back, I am not
tomorrow
We live in cursive
Bring me back down again
I've heard this tune before
In the 1990's probably
We built a prison cell
It's a handmade
you
I'm your 1990's baby
But you still keep me young
First trip we took
We went to Mexico for a month
I'd go anywhere
cS long as you were there
by other men
No pretend
This is what it is
This is what you live
Take a second to remove the dagger from your ribs
'Cause more than not
The offender's
I'M OVER YOU
Copyright 1990 Walter Salas-Humara and Robert Ray
Published 1990 University of France Music (BMI) and Voltone Music (BMI)
The stars are
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
paid for the 1990's
I don't care who likes me or who stands behind me
The man to peep off a week so don't sleep
>From shades to streets I still go one
the disease
I caught the disease for LPs
By 1994
I had completed all my Zeppelin and Floyd
(Zeppelin and Floyd)
I had all the early traffic but their
Later
up, check it
I said I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990 ah
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, like MPC Akai
Who I name William
Written by John Barlow/Delbert McClinton 1990
I found her number, and the note she wrote
Deep in the pocket, of a real old coat
It just got by me
sayin' that I wanted a date, she wouldn't even be my friend
But now in the 1990's, I'd be praying that the bitch don't find me
'Cause she's got a gang o'
Words and music by Kaye - Weisman - Fuller
"The Bad Seeds performed Cindy regularly in their live sets in 1990,and indeed on a TV appearance
called, Edutainer
You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables
So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label
[KRS-One]
Biddi-by-by, by
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
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