Lyrics:
who's always dancing
Monochrome in the 1990's
You go disco and I'll go my way
Monochrome in the 1990's
You go disco and I'll go my way
Monochrome in
rap like me
Rappers like me make real hits
Rappers like you talk bullshit
I told my boys there's a new Funky Drummer in town
You're trying to be
hearted guys stretch around my fingers but I'm like a magnet
I keep pulling you closer to me
We were reading love letters in the back seat
Over this 1990's
Rappers like you talk bullshit
I told my boys there?s a new funky drummer in town
You?re trying to be like james brown
If I couldn?t be me, who would I
1 percent of all killers are serial
Yet if you went by the news you should be shaking hysterical
Causing a medical team to come and inspect ya
Fearing
and pull out my two shot derringer
Cause yes, Heather be comes classier
Cause Heather be , Jamal-Ski, and KRS the trainer
makes up the dope crew
most of
My favourite friends, bands, times, concerts
Where in the nineties, bro
Jeans cut with the 90's flare
Remember that shit? First love
I mean it'd
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'
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'
you're mistaken
I am not a coward and you'll never see me shakin'
Never breakin' lots of money that I'm makin'
If you double-cross me then I'll be
like
Visions back in 1990s
When fuckin nike
Made a deal with michael
Thinkin that he might be
That's my attitude
Actin rude
Drawin latitudes like
Bitch I
Now, you spirited away, catch a gleam in the eye
Of the ghost that you are
It'll never be okay, you're a star of the past
God I miss that sweet little
could run away
Who cares about a birthday?
But 30/90, hey
Can you be optimistic?
You're no longer the ingenue
Turn thirty, 1990
Boom, you're
let me be your reality
Cause you're all
It's hard to sleep
Days are turning into weeks
Why don't we just turn off the world for a while
Can we slow down
on her breast
I done been there and did it (I done been there and did it)
Ten years without gettin' sweat inside my Yankee fitted
1990-Raw I showed you
see me
Remember I'm just everything that you can't be
Dig that motherfucking grave
And make it 6 feet
And when I pass you in that 1990 M3
With windows
Agustin Cruz my friend I know you're smoking that weed
Lay back on the other side of town and roll with your homies
Yeah, and she's really fine with me
I
hella rude
I'm the reason that your favorite
Rapper's in a bad mood
My name is Logic, I was born in 1990
Ain't no need to remind me
That when you listen
and the wisdom, understanding of the lord
Is stored, if you're lured everybody grab your sword
If I live by the sword then I die by the sword
I'll die by
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Mama said it would be days like this
Knew the police was gon' raid like this
Knew this shit was in my veins like
the fuck are we
Skip down
Don't change up
Still the same from 1990
No taps
Transfers on the RTD bus
Cats be acting sus
I got one last message
I got one
leading the nation
My names Bazza from Parra, I hate all immigration
I think you'll find me to be lacking in education
Pauline said to me that Islam is
Ah man
Suckers bite my stuff, man
Can't get no sleep, man
Yo, what's up, DJ Pooh?
Nice to see you back, man
For 1990, right?
Finna do it up
might look real
But ya don't feel same
Hot this summer
By the fall you're a lame
When winter comes around no one remembers your name
Just incase you think
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