Lyrics:
To your credit to the thirty faces you created
To your headache to the shape of the 1980's
I'm glad that we don't hear you any more
I'm tired
To your credit to the thirty faces you created
To your headache to the shape of the 1980's
I'm glad that we don't hear you any more
I'm tired
you, for real M- E its the same Mista Scarface from
The 1980's
You bitches tried to bring out'cha best but cha' can't fade me
Cause I was rockin' shit
the Nation Rifle Association
We built and sold them the guns
Made in America
I'm a Reagan Baby
My formative years are the 1980s
Russian production
Don't have the 1980's kind of face
'Cause I'm a sixties man, at last, I know it's true
Woodstock nights, oh where are you?
Strawberry fields and San
mióta ilyen végtelen szép?
1980-VALAHÁNY
Picit sárgult képekről néz vissza rám,
Aki régen csüngött fenn az almafán.
És egy nyár volt
Ah
Ah
This is a story
Of failure and glory
Based in town
In the south in the 1980s
Where should I begin?
Please come in
Where were you
motherfuckers said that we can't pimp?
I hit ditches like switches, before the paint flip
I can't be faded
The heart of king born in the 1980's
For real, you
in the 1980’s
Millennial grandkids who these
Gadgets made lazy people caught up in the
Triangle of their lies
All comin’ out in the wash, will he
it's bed time
Hot pink knee high arcyle socks
I bet you're wearin' that ball cap
Top Gun Ray Ban
Lookin' like a star from the 1980's
Tell me honey, how
1980's was run by
A person who's crazy like you
(And you)
The 1990's will be
Unkindly, exactly like you
(And you)
Just like you
(And you)
You
When one
the Nation Rifle Association
We built and sold them the guns
Made in America
I'm a Reagan Baby
My formative years are the 1980s
Russian production
I've be slugging from
A stash of Desi Queally's 1980s
Bathtub brew
You may bury me with an enemy in Mount Calvary
You can stack me on a pyre
1980
Me demande pas pourquoi j'ai faim, j'ai grandi dans les trains,
A galérer pour enfin sortir de l'écrin.
Me demande pas pourquoi je crâne,
De
Pour les mecs de 77
Tu crois vraiment qu'ce sera mieux demain ?
Même si t'es d'1980
[Couplet 2]
Tu sais qu'j'suis l'même-même petit-petit con c'est
a good night's sleep
Right between the honeymoon suite
And the 1980's vending machine
Where all they sell is Pepsi
So if your friends ask where
the 1980s
But the new plate a millennium baby
She deserve a standin' ovation the way that she got on her knees and ate me
Two hands, Lord Jesus, save me
the safari
Still going crazy
All this gold like the 1980's
Bitch say she want a Mercedes I told
That ho she can't play me
Told her get the fuck out
She ain't
hung by washing line
1980's lovers died in twos
So kiss me in the ash and dirt
I only love you when it hurts
Ever wanted someone bad for you?
Her walls
our minds with empty plans
I never knew I was a techno
We are the 1980s
We are the Detroit lights
And I never wanna, I never wanna see this stop
I'm in
Shoot it smoke it snort it
Rollin dragin' now everybody chasin'
Gary in the 1980s bitch everybody basin
It's dinner time and shorty can't eat no books, he
We were electrocute
In our has-been 1980's suits
So electrocute
Everyone we knew said it too
That's when even strangers knew our names
Ten years
over Cape Canaveral
It's been a nightmare to me
Some 1980's grief
Gives me parachute dreams
Like old war movies
While the universe was drawn
His photograph was taken in 1980
In New York on a subway train
He emerges days later
The sun in his eyes
And its started all over again
Its
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