Lyrics:
really think shit great
Black ears, big guts, since the mid-eighties
Since a little baby (sad, yeah)
Left wing, Hades (uh)
Her white folks like beer
a Mercedes Benz with the windows up
When the temp goes up to the mid-80's
Calling men ladies, sorry, Doc, but I been crazy
There's no way that you can save
the temp goes up to the mid-80's
Calling men ladies, sorry, Doc, but I been crazy
There's no way that you can save me
It's okay, go with him Hailie
the temp goes up to the mid-80's
Calling men ladies, sorry, Doc, but I been crazy
There's no way that you can save me
It's okay, go with him Hailie
are you smokin
Eighteen with a big mercedes
Sellin dope in the mid-eighties
Homie talkin bout I'm about to win
Now when you gon' let'em all out
sell, are you smokin
Eighteen with a big mercedes
sellin dope in the mid-eighties
Homie talkin bout I'm about to win
now when you gon' let'em all out
It's in my veins,
Like a chain-reaction.
How it all happened.
Paps is slangin' crack in the mid eighties,
Back in the day, when shit was crackin'.
"Possibly a lot of rain this afternoon, with thunderstorms
Highs in the mid-eighties and lows about seventy-five degrees
It's 11:30 AM on WFDS
I wanna be my dad (my father, 1985) (Scott)
In the 80s (my dad, 1985) (Scott)
My oblivious white dad in the mid-80s (Scott Burnham, 1985) (Scott)
I'd like to tell a story and it goes like this
Before I was makin' money hand over fist
The mid-80's is what I'm talkin' about
You will agree
on and now I'm packin the house
Since the mid-80s this has been a game of cat and mouse
It's funny hearin all the shit these rappers brag about
Knowin all
came around and showed his face I ducked
In the mid-eighties, the nigga went crazy
He had a lot of ladies selling they babies, the nigga was shady
But
came around and showed his face I ducked
In the mid-eighties, the nigga went crazy
He had a lot of ladies selling they babies, the nigga was shady
But
tell people I keep it so you not forgotten, but that's cap
I thought pillars of salt, but she too smart for lookin'
Mid-eighties in the rear-view
mid-80s television theme songs.
(Singing in the background) Now the world don't move to the beat of just one drum
What might be right for you, might not
a muthafucking cedes
That's not a car that's my baby
Roof down
In the winter
Act like it's mid-eighties
I feel like a fucking winner
Feel like they can't
the mid eighties
Spark of the crack era
The country is drug infested
The citizens live in terror
Grew up as a Paul Bearer
Seen many niggas buried
Ain't
behind the mirror
My mind's a race, it's getting quicker
Cigarettes in the mirror
In East Africa in the mid 80's
Lived a little family with a lot
What it is baby
Doin real thangs is how I live baby
I do it big baby
You roll wita G from da mid 80s
What it is baby
Im Ridin lowkey whats da biz
back and the windows up and the tent goes up to the mid-eighties call the men ladies
Sorry doc but I been crazy ain't no way that u can save me no
never phase me
Got a bag so they gone hate me
Got a bag so they gone hate
Got a bitch
From the mid eighties
Body bad like a new cedes
Hustle hard I do
a Mercedes Benz with the windows up
When the temp goes up to the mid-80s
Calling men ladies, sorry, Doc, but I been crazy
There's no way that you can save me,
exercising the hustle
I just moved them blessings from jefe, SK
With the stock if you come with that
In the zone like the mid eighties
You get did dirty
a Skoda
Dionne Warwick and Aretha are Rolls Royces
In the mid eighties her music
Was fresh and vital
Her debut album had an eponymous title
She’d had other
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